Sleeping Dragon this one is for the chewed up

Eske responded defensively and Wildfire grinned. "Those are some quick reflexes there, girl," she acknowledged even as the pup managed to latch onto the thick, soft tissue of her upper lip. She held still, making no real effort to shake off the pup just yet. It didn't hurt, after all. It kind of tickled, actually, and Wildfire couldn't help but shake with quiet laughter.

Her amber eyes flicked to Gyda as she spoke, giving her a sympathetic half-smile (seeing as half her mouth was otherwise preoccupied). Wildfire considered lifting her head to see if the puppy would cling like a fish on a hook. But what if she dropped her? It wasn't worth the risk. Instead, the yearling gently pried the whelp off her lip and then tucked a foreleg around her, cradling Eske close to her chest again.

"So foshes," she teased the grumpy baby, now trying to lick the small tuft of fur atop her head into a tiny Mohawk.