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Finley crept closer, her silver legs stretching out on either side of Wildfire, then squeezing together to hug the little girl. She gave a quiet yip, her black (well, currently brown) tail whipping back and forth and flinging muddy water everywhere. Her aunt didn't seem to mind the mud, though, as she kissed the youngster's filthy face and earned happy giggling and babbling from the recovered puppy.

"Fee, fee, fee," Wildfire opined, pushing herself onto all fours. Her ears twitched as water ran off her underside rather loudly and she looked down between her legs. "Ooh." She watched until the runoff subsided, then righted herself and smiled at Finley. "Gum, gah? Gum, bee?" she said in a rather inquisitive tone.

The tiny wannabe dhole sprang from the puddle then, abruptly pouncing on Finley's right forepaw and biting it. Unlike her gummy nips of yore, this one included two rows of needle-like milk teeth. And the cub didn't know her own strength, so she proceeded decidedly without caution, sinking her tiny fangs into her godmother's foot.