Blacktail Deer Plateau Bye, baby Bunting, daddy's gone a-hunting

As Osprey wriggled on top, Saēna writhed on the bottom, the two of them tickling one another in the process. Although this loosed a whimpering laugh from the larger girl, she sought to escape it. But every time she tried to lift a stumpy forelimb to step over her cousin's pale, patchy figure, the smaller girl's jerking would stymie Osprey Jr.'s progress. Thusly thwarted, she felt rather stuck and voiced her frustration with a keening, yelping note, then sought to punish Saēna with a box about her rusty ears. It was equivalent to the bat of a kitten's paw.

Finally, Osprey Jr. ran out of options and sank to the floor. In doing so, she discovered herself freed from Saēna's ticklish wriggling. She jumped back onto all fours, only to belatedly realize that Saēna had been using her other foreleg as a teething toy this entire time. It was now damp and sticky with drool. Her small black head bent down to sniff at it, her face curious. Meanwhile, her beady blue eyes remained fastened upon Saēna.

Spurred perhaps by a particular twitch, Osprey Jr. pounced toward the younger, smaller pup again. This time, she stood next to her, looming slightly, her small forepaws lifting off the floor one after the other in a soft drumbeat. After a few seconds of this, she bowed forward and barked very sharply, the message clear even if it lacked words (and even if Saēna couldn't necessarily hear it): It's playtime!