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The cat did not reply, which was a good thing, because Nunataq would have not understood it anyway. But it did nothing of the usual canine greeting ritual - no muzzle sniffing, no "measuring", who was the coolest, no butt sniffs. Instead it did something quite unexpected - while the masked girl was watching the funny little tail like a flimsy flag atop the fluffy, sand-coloured rear end - the cat pounced and crashed inside Nuna's personal space like a brick in a window, scaring her and making her scramble backwards. Then, however, it changed it's tactic, and fled. Now, this was a game Nunataq understood and forgetting her earlier failure, she went after her playmate, eager to play the game of tag.

The interspecies play continued for a while longer, until the cat became tired and lost interest and shooed the over-eager pup away. Slightly disappointed, Nunataq obeyed and slinked off in the hollow.