Ankyra Sound Waiting for my skin and bone to return and see what I've become

sick, phone written puptato post.

she was almost on her pale sister's back when she not only felt the other wiggle but her useless paws were no longer touching.. well, anything. the pressure.she felt against her nape was familiar but she still could not help but wiggle in her second mother's grasp. pale paws flailed and mimicked the motion of swimming before the dirt floor was safely under her toes once again. 

she was content to being between Rosalyn's paws but that was not all the auburn woman had in mind. vibrations that meant speech were felt as her belly was tickled, this is when she made noises to protest. her tiny paws kicking weakly at her mother's face as she continued her onslaught of pokes and prods, her mouth opening to give out a few squeaks. it was not entirely unpleasant, she was just unsure how to deal with it.