Sea Lion Shores What immortal hand or eye

Though Niamh had had playfights with her brother, the one she had now was much different. Her brother would have twisted and fought back against her every move- when Niamh pushed, he'd push back, and harder. So to feel Coelacanth crumple beneath her was a novel experience, and Niamh checked Coelacanth's body language just to make sure she wasn't afraid of being squished, and that she wasn't hurting the much smaller wolf. True, Niamh was almost all legs and not much else, but just by being so much taller, she'd automatically weigh more. No cry or whimper came, though, and rather than grunting or trying to wriggle out from beneath her, her swarthy opponent took advantage of their proximity to foil Niamh completely. 

There was no way she could fight back; she was immediately incapacitated as soon as Coelacanth started tickling her underside and erupted with raucous laughter and did her best to push Seelie away from her belly while flailing from side to side like an upside down tortoise. She snorted and pushed at the ground with her hind feet to try and scoot herself away from Coelacanth, breathlessly shouting "Uncle! Uncle!" to call the tickling to a halt before she peed herself.