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A single tear welled up and broke free, leaving a clean streak on Wildfire's dirty cheek. Then Finley's muzzle arced down toward her belly. The pup sucked in a breath, fearing physical rebuke. None came, though, unless tickles counted. Her watery eyes flew wide and a sharp, surprised giggle burst out of her. Wildfire began to squirm, her paws batting at her aunt's muzzle. She was very ticklish -- so much so, in fact, that she peed a little and screamed as she tried to get away. It was all in good fun, though!