Blackfeather Woods But somethin' about me is makin' 'em jealous

She saw the paw, saw it before she could even feel it, and squealed in delight. She opened her maw wide and attempted to close it around the paw, whether or not she was successful she would lose interests in a few moments. She spun in a tight circle, already the light beginnings of a headache caused by meticulous use of this sudden new sense beginning. Her gaze fell on her brother, a black lump, and she burbled happily as she waddled toward him, attempting to climb on top of him in a clumsy manner.