Bearclaw Valley oi, with the poodles already

Wyatt’s wailing would have carried more weight, had it not fallen on deaf ears. Piper was blissfully unaware that she was gagging her brother with her hind leg. Just when she thought she might have wiggled free, she felt the needle-like poking of puppy claws at her haunches. It was not an altogether uncomfortable experience until he had clawed his way through her thin coat and made purchase against her skin. Then, her baby blue eyes widened, and she began to squeal in discomfort. This, in turn, only increased the rate that she thrashed her hind legs in order to escape the pain she was feeling.