Nova Peak go johnny go go.

Her chew toy succumbed to near wiggles – his toes rolling on her tongue in a rather odd vibration. Had she understood more of his defeat as his cry began to echo across the walls, she either would have felt terrible, or even satisfied at her win – but instead, her attention span would drift.

She would pause, her mouth holding true over his back paws, shifting her weight as she attempted to become cozier before once more, she continued. When that seemed to lose her interest, she took to gumming at them instead.. and then, finally, releasing them with a slobbery strand of spit before she wiggled closer to her brother, her nose pushing its way in to his belly as she sought his warmth. She was tired.