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The pressure of the bone against her tooth is a weird mix of pain and satisfaction and the harder she pushed, the better and worse it feels. Qilaq groans and quietly whines with each movement but she gnaws until it loosens even more. It doesn’t completely wiggle free from the grasp her gums have on it but it definitely moves even more now than it had before. There’s a tinge of blood now and her tongue pushes against it when her jaws release the bone from her chewing.

Qilaq turns her head when Doe approaches but keeps her distance. Her head tilts to the side, temporarily forgetting the bone in her grasp and letting it go entirely. She stands, tall, and nothing but heavy puppy on legs that should probably have branches of their own. The girl swings back, remembering the bone she’d just had, and grips it beneath her teeth. It teases the loose molar, wiggling as she grinds it beneath her grasp that unknowingly  smears a little blood along the shaft, but she quickly jerks her head and tosses it the distance between them to see what Amayo might do with it.