Bearclaw Valley you have to sleep; it's what keeps you pretty

Nunataq had spent the early morning hours by pestering one of the adults, until he or she gave in and played with her. Which was not an easy task, because the puppy did not seem to know the concept "tired" - and even, when she was tripping over her feet and could barely keep her eyes open for exhaustion, her inner will to be constantly on the move and to be doing something was stronger. Eventually she had fallen asleep with a little twig still clasped in her jaws.

An hour later her eyes were open, she got to her feet, shook her coat and was in the "what to do now" mode again. Having slept by the doorstep of the den, she now peered inside to see, if anyone would be up for some mischief. And luck (really?) would have it that her eyes fell on Piper's sleeping form. Nuna crouched, approached her sister in a stealthy manner, waited and then with set of teeth ready for an assault, pounced at her butt, intent to sink her teeth in the soft fur and flesh.