Heron Lake Plateau And settled for the robot boy

Had Niamh been trying, she was sure she probably could have whooped Colt's ass. But these kinds of games had taught Niamh that she didn't always have to go at 150%, and that it was fine to let someone else win...It'd taken her some time to learn that, but she'd come to the point now where she truely didn't put too much effort into playfighting, and would easily let the other wolf win.

...Unless that other wolf hit one of her ticklish spots. Then it was back to 150% again. 

Like a switch had been flipped, as soon as Colt grabbed her around her very sensitive middle, she panicked and pinned her forearms against the closest shoulder to her, and squealed. "Nonononononono!" She said, and tried to wedge her hind feet between her belly and Colt's body in order to pry his ticklish whiskers away from her belly. She shrieked with laughter, and tried to wriggle her way away, throwing all of her effort into dislodging him and getting his pesky face-whiskers away from her soft underside.