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

Laurel chuckled softly into Lucas' belly as he tickled her nose with his wrestling. The smile on her face seemed as though glued on; she was unable to wipe it off. Eventually Laurel had enough of the nose-wrestling and she withdrew her snoot. "Time for a nap, don't you think?" she said and she nosed Lucas closer to her belly where the others slept, hoping he'd catch onto the hint.