Redhawk Caldera Make me a bicycle, clown

Although her tickle attack had succeeded in preventing Wildfire's sad tears and screams, it had not prevented her happy screars - rather the opposite.  Fin cringed as the little wolf began to screech and giggle.  As much as she wanted the sound to end, she couldn't help but enjoy the simple fact that the child was happy, and thus she continued for a minute or two more.


Once Fin was satisfied (or once she couldn't take anymore of the shrieking, idk), she stood up abruptly and looked down at the giggly little girl between her paws.  Fin scrunched her nose in a playful smirk, then trotted a little further away from the den towards an even larger puddle of mud.  She spun in a couple of circles before pausing and looking at her god daughter, her expression completely serious before a grin flickered across her muzzle and she suddenly flopped over - squirming and rolling and wriggling in the muddy, mucky filth.