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The mud felt so weird on her face, yet somehow enjoyable. Wildfire couldn't breathe like this, so she quickly lifted her head again. A strange squelching noise accompanied the movement and she felt a peculiar force as the mud puddle bonded insistently to her face. It wasn't hard to break free, though, and when her head popped up, Wildfire grinned and declared, "Hiyeee!" again. little did she know how similar she was to her silly daddy in that moment.

Then some of the mud began to drip into her eyes, which wasn't so pleasant. Wildfire shut them tightly, then lifted a paw to scrub at her face. This only made matters worse, as her feet were just as filthy. She tried cracking them open again, yet her vision was bleary. Making a sound of complaint, the puppy waddled sideways out of the mud pit, bumbling about blindly for a moment before lowering her face to the grass and wiping it there.

That seemed to do the trick! Still blinking some goop out of her beautiful golden eyes, Wildfire oriented herself and blinked at Finley, a laugh escaping her as she romped back toward the edge of the puddle. She didn't jump back in for the moment, instead dipping her little front feet into the muck and contenting herself with splashing about for a little bit.