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Finley lifted her paw to her face, turning it over to inspect it.  It didn't seem that the pup had inflicted any lasting damage, and in retrospect, Fin was pretty sure having her back almost ripped in half by a bear had hurt way worse.  All in all, no harm done.  She relaxed as she set her paw back down upon the ground, returning her attention to Wildfire just in time to see that tiny little tremor in her black lips.


"Oh no you don't!" Fin barked out immediately, lowering her muzzle to the girl's exposed belly and snuffling heavily, "I am DONE with your shrieks, kid.  There will be no crying on my watch."  Fin wriggled slightly closer, though there wasn't a whole lot more space to close between herself and her fiery god daughter.  With her nose pressed against the child's belly, she continued to sniffle powerfully against the girl's soft fur, intermittently flicking her tongue out and giving some gentle nibbles to add to the tickles.  Laughter was way better than crying - Finley was quite an adamant upholder of that moral.