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While grooming someone else was quite a pleasant and calming thing, Nuna was not so eager to be washed herself. She took pride in being covered in dust, mud, pieces of twigs, leaves or whatever she had encountered that day and, whenever evening bath took place, she made her attitude known, by frowning and pouting expressively. But while Laurel was voice of reason and discipline to her and Nuna had no shame in abusing Indra's calm and kind-hearted demeanor often, she was not entirely unfeeling towards her primary caretaker. Therefore she endured her grooming strokes, retaliating with a bunch of hefty licks over Indra's muzzle. With this done, she sighed deeply, nestled up against her and prepared for an hour long nap.

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