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

Nunataq didn't take his protests seriously. Who could blame her? Lucas wasn't being very convincing with his chortling and his half-hearted leaning. If he wanted to he could probably bowl over his half-sibling with all his girth and strength, forcing her to quit, but that would end the game. Even though it was gross, he enjoyed the attention. So he didn't take advantage of the size difference to force any sort of outcome, and only did his best to keep his head as far from her as possible, laughing all the while.

She was clever, though, and rose to her feet in order to better reach. Squealing, Lucas flopped onto his side and futilely attempted to cramp his head down between his forelegs. "No, Nu!" he protested again, heaving with laughter as she slobbered all over him. His ear was wet, the canal filled with pup drool and the side of his face sticky with it. "Stoooooop," he wheezed, reaching for her with a fat paw to push her away upon realizing that his stomach was beginning to cramp with the force of his laughtewr.