The Sentinels our battles they may find us, no choice may ours to be

deirdre delighted at his laughter, doing so between her teeth as she impishly tugged and pushed (both, to see the effects) and when he collapsed, deirdre pranced around him with unabashed glee! her eyes did glister as the pale witch looked upon him, and she noticed his closed eyes which did not mean dead to her, but meant something else, and she knew how to fix it! without delay, deirdre paraded toward his face and paused only once before his throat. she thoughtlessly clambered upward, utilizing the stepping stool that was his muzzle, but the lips moved if she put more weight on it than a single leg! well, she did that, and then put the other tiny paw upon his face, and began to cover him with limitless kisses. this always made her mother and father and sister rise, no matter the time, so long as she was persistent enough.

he quaked beneath her, and she thought, is this a good thing, or a bad thing? but continued to do so, because no bad had ever come from this before, so why should it now? he would open for her, like mother did, and father did, and sister did, and that she had connected and so believed it would do so with him. she was frantic and sweet but not at all gentle, unconscious of pain herself and not knowing she could ever cause it. intermittently her teeth would get in the way and her kiss would be a pinching nip, though she was unaware of that, too. her tail whipped at her hindquarters all the while, and now and then deirdre would shift her weight onto her forelegs so that she might try and reach a portion of his face she had not yet touched.