Bearclaw Valley For some birthday or some Christmas that has come and gone

He really was sorely outmatched. Nunataq did another two laps by the time he managed to turn one full rotation, and his head was starting to spin from trying to follow her motion. Leave it to Lucas to find the sensation thrilling; he giggled even as he teetered to the side, then shook off his dizziness with a jiggle and was right back in the game. Nunataq had tired herself out, it looked like, but Lucas was just getting started. She was way faster than him and outstripped him easily in the early stages, but Lucas was made for the long haul.

He lurched forward the second her stomach hit the ground, jowls and tongue both lolling as he closed the distance. He bent clumsily and almost tripped over his huge paws as he came in close, and then Nunataq's jaws met his with a clash. He hadn't been expecting it and he drew up suddenly, licking his chops while his teeth veritably rattled, but he was so engrossed in play that he bounced back quickly even though his lips stung a little. With a huge grin, the boy grabbed playfully for her cheeks with his teeth, blunted by his natural inhibition as well as a desire to avoid hurting her.