Blacktail Deer Plateau addicted to you

She couldn't see it but Osprey felt the sun's warmth. It made her sleepy. Yawning, she pawed forward a few inches, emerging from beneath her mother's shadow. She lifted her little head, which wobbled, and stuck out her tiny pink tongue as if attempting to lick the sunshine.

Right then, she felt something cold press into her hindquarters. Lacking both speed and coordination, Osprey only managed to turn around to face the source of this disturbance after a solid two minutes. By then, something was tickling her bum, eliciting high-pitched squeaks—the predecessors of girlish laughter.

Having curled her blobby body in half, Osprey Jr. returned the favor by nudging Ty's cheek and identifying her as the original blob (not to be confused with the two newer, smaller, softer blobs). Her tail began to spin and she chuffed against her sister's pugged face, then began to chew on it to show her approval and affection.