Bearclaw Valley Did you know that midgets make up a small percentage of the population?

Being clean was such a nice feeling. He was so little that he couldn't possibly clean himself, but he hated being dirty; he could feel it in his gossamer baby fur as a slick heaviness whenever he was, and it bothered him until it was groomed away. Indra's attention was therefore twice as delightful for Lucas, who was not only getting pets from her tongue, but was being cleaned in the process.

When she finished and drew into her own head for a moment, the tiny wolf pup pulled his toes and legs both in to his body and yawned mightily, bitty tongue curling briefly. And then he began to dance a sexy dance. It started slow at first, tail waving and carrying his little hindquarters with it, but the wiggle then moved up his pelvis into his belly, and then his shoulders followed, and soon he was wriggling happily in his aunt's arms. If any wolf kept beat they'd note that Lucas had a fairly good sense for it, even being blind and deaf, but mostly he was just expressing joy in his most favourite way.

He hoped Indra would join him, but he wouldn't actually know if she did or not.