Kintla Flatlands Vanity will cost you

She sunk to her paws and wagged her tail. Okay. These signs were starting to click. It wasn't until she leapt forward and went for his paws that he realized what she was after. Playing. She wanted to play.

Kero hopped backwards, narrowly dodging her soft nips as he sank into a pose that resembled her own. Downward dog. Rump in the air as his shoulders lowered to the ground in a way that would allow him to dart away with a bit of power to his step. She zipped in again, aiming for his side and Kero swiveled, lifting a paw to softly bat away her nose.

She was assertive, he'd give her that. No sooner had she bounded away than she was after him again. Kero ducked, lowering his form before popping back up beneath her middle as she jumped for his shoulders. He was tall enough that he might be able to catch her belly on his back. He was curious as to whether or not her feet would be able to touch the ground.