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She landed her bite to his cheek, yet he grasped onto her ear at the same time, earning a squeal from Wildfire. Shaking her head rapidly, she tore free and pushed off him with a loud but playful growl. On all fours again, she thrust her little face into his and barked loudly, spittle flying from her mouth and sprinkling Nightjar's nose.

But she was all bark, no bite. She suddenly turned and tried to make a run for it, though she hoped he would give chase, as was evidenced by her high-pitched giggle. It would not be unlike their very first game of tag, though now they had their sea legs, so the stakes were higher.