Redhawk Caldera If peeing your pants is cool, consider me Miles Davis

Her paw connected, sending a jolt up her forelimb. It hurt. Wildfire cried out in surprise and pain, then teetered in the opposite direction and fell back on her haunches... just in time for Nightjar to leap forward and shove her over completely. She fell flat on her back, belly up beneath her brother's weight. To add insult to injury, he sneezed directly into her face, which she jerked sideways, eyes squeezing shut instinctively. She was too late to avoid the brunt of the spray and soon his saliva and snot dripped from her brow- and cheekbones.

She wasn't that bothered by it, once she recovered from her impulsive grimace. Wildfire's tongue darted out to clean the parts of her face she could reach. She didn't bother worrying about the rest. Anyway, she was pretty well distracted by Nightjar's weight pressing down on her, particularly her lower abdomen. She squirmed, grunting under her breath as a cue for Nightjar to get off her. But he wasn't quick enough and she unintentionally returned his fluid bonding favor by losing control of her bladder. Warm urine spread over both of them.