Bearclaw Valley oi, with the poodles already

When her short limb slipped down further than she might have imagined, and she could feel the strength of her brother’s tongue against her paw pads, Piper squeaked with surprise and immediately began to scramble. Her limbs moved in a jerky motion to try and escape the clamping – gagging – hole that she had found, but she was doing nothing more than rapidly kicking her brother in the skull. The Redleaf girl’s upper body strength was astounding-ly lacking in the sense that she was nothing more than a newborn and she had very little muscle to speak of. Try as she might, her front legs could only hold her in a stiff position while her hind legs flailed madly in an attempt to catch hold of something that wasn’t slobbery or cannibalistic.