Dragoncrest Cliffs catch a tiger by the toe

"Go right ahead," Wildfire encouraged Portia when the Fisa expressed interest in checking up on the pups, prompting those green eyes to drop to Bat's level. The pup went cross-eyed as they came closer, a grin twitching her little lips as she unknowingly made an, "Ooooh," sort of noise.

Then she noticed it: the nose. Bat had come to hate them; they were unpleasantly cold, leathery and moist. She wanted nothing to do with them, even if they were attached to otherwise interesting characters. The tiny Goufa immediately tried to slither backward and out of reach, bumping into @Kiwi.

Her sister's dim squawk gave Bat an idea, although it was more instinct than true brains that prompted her to creep behind her litter mate, duck her head and use it as a battering ram to shove her sibling forward, putting her in the nose's spotlight instead.

Behind the silly pair, Wildfire chuckled as she introduced, "Portia, I think Bat would like you to meet Kiwi."