Bearclaw Valley If Satan had a hockey team then I'd be the goalie

It was a great effort in the world of such a small animal, but Lucas reached Laurel's face in due time. As his tiny tongue rasped over her coarse fur, his tail thumped the ground delightedly. She returned his attention in kind, sweeping him almost literally off his feet with each enormous lap over his teeny little face. Squealing excitedly, the small piebald boy rolled onto his side and exposed his soft pink belly.

At the same time, he reached his toes out and connected them lightly with his mother's snout. They touched leather and cupped instinctively, holding lightly to Laurel's wet nose. One toe inevitably found its way into her nostril.