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Unlike her screaming of yore, this was entirely involuntary. Wildfire simply couldn't help herself as she struggled to get away. She didn't notice her father pop his head out of the den to mouth, "What the fuck?" Nor did she see his questioning expression morph into one of amusement before disappearing back inside. If she had seen him, she might have been deeply offended that he didn't come rescue her from this tickle monster!

After a minute or two, Finley stopped and withdrew suddenly, causing Wildfire to fall limp with relief. She took a few steadying breaths, then perked up when the Beta female began to flounce away. "Eruh!" she called after Finley's retreating back, eagerly climbing onto all fours to give pursuit. She didn't even glance backward to make sure her father didn't mind her straying so far from the den. Not that she thought about it consciously but the puppy figured she was safe as long as she was with her aunt.

She stood on the edge of the mud puddle as Finley flung herself down and began to roll around. Wildfire watched in absolute delight, her golden eyes dancing. She wanted to jump in and join her, yet she hung back to simultaneously await a proper invitation and avoid getting punched or kicked by the Beta's flailing limbs.