Bearclaw Valley Earworm

Indra was good at tightrope (tight-log?) dancing and succesfully avoided all of Nuna's well-aimed attempts to lessen her number of digits. The luck of success, however, did not deter her from going on. Quite the contrary - it fuelled her motivation and inbetween the bites there were some awkward swipes with either of her forepaws as well.

And finally she managed to grab hold of one of the fingers and the feeling of finally getting to the end of that biologically programmed chain of actions was extatic. Nuna held her grip firmly (but conscious that this was no bone or stick that she could destory, but a living being and that hurting them would mean an abrupt stop to any game whatsoever) and let go only, when Indra's parted jaws were right next to her head.

Nuna grinned and reached for the loose fur on her caretakers neck, eager to repeat the whole chain again with an aim to grab and keep hold of it.