Kintla Flatlands fluorescent adolescent

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Little paws galloped across the flat lands, trying to maintain the small distance between him and the wolf, his mouth parted and his sleek pink tongue lolled out, his breath being interrupted by jagged gasps and giggles.

Charlemagne could feel her breath hot on his shoulder, and flickered his tail in her direction in an attempt to tickle her once more. His bright yellow eyes were fixed on the flower, standing proudly with the promise of success.