Redhawk Caldera Not a wing flapper in sight.

Now Cinder began to wriggle nearer. Maybe he liked the way her breath smelled. Towhee smirked, then turned her attention to Tywyll. He had latched onto her foreleg and was gumming at her. It tickled quite badly, so the Alpha stayed still as long as she could tolerate before an ugly giggle escaped her and she twitched in such a way to flick him off.

Before he could be upset by this (or so she hoped), the Alpha flopped down to the ground and pressed her nose to his tiny ribs, snuffling against them in the hopes of tickling him right back. As soon as Cinder was close enough, she repeated the same action with him.