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That had got their attention. Nightjar wiggled enthusiastically on the spot before being rolled quickly over by his father. He couldn't hear the challenge in Peregrine's voice, but if he could, he would've responded with a vigorous amount of enthusiasm and excitement. Play fighting was going to be the coolest. Unfortunately, he wasn't much of a contender yet, for Peregrine had no problem holding him down and blowing against his belly.

A strange sensation crept all the way up his torso and into his neck and he squealed, waved his paws and giggled wildly. Fox followed up with a more tender lick, which Nightjar received with a round of approving coos before striking the air with his forepaws in his father's direction. Already, he was pretty much addicted to being tickled and was demanding more, even while his parents had a pretty serious conversation about names.