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

Nunataq's plan worked brilliantly - Lucas swallowed the bait (because "Nuna" and "tired" - please...) and bounded happily towards her. She waited, tense and ready as a cat before a pounce and deflected his first attempt swiftly. The sensation, however, when teeth hit teeth was not entirely pleasant and, while her brother recovered, she did too by turning her head to the side and moving her tongue over her lips, as if making sure that the number was still correct.

She let Lucas take an upper hand, briefly letting him to have hold of her right cheek, then turned her head to free herself, growling all the while.