Silver Creek building a wolf

indra was still taken by her unique brand of humor, though in many ways it was just like she -- juvenile and undeveloped. she fell into a lapse of loud giggles as shreya continued to torment her with tickles; her nose was cold and indra tried her best to wriggle delightedly away from it. she cast the older wolf a sly look as she considered her question, pausing for dramatic effect... "SLEEP!" she proclaimed loudly, falling into a secondary fit of giggles at her no doubt infuriating and disappointing reply.