Sun Mote Copse sponsored by otters holding hands while they sleep.

Fin was amused by how very different the pair of pups seemed to be. One quiet and sweet, the other loud and rebellious. She leaned her muzzle out to graciously accept the tiny golden paw on her nose, her tongue flicking briefly out to tickle a little elbow. She pulled gently away again though, just in time to accept her nephew's attack.

With a yip, Finley dropped onto her belly and rolled to her side. She didn't tug her ankle away from the boy, instead pretending as though she was helpless in his clutches. "Ahhh he got me! He got me paw, me only paw!" she cried as she rolled. After a moment, she stopped quite abruptly and looked at Bronco as though something had just occurred to her. "Oh wait, I have three more!" she said with a budding smile, then reached with one of those prod at his little belly, attempting to tickle him with her stubby claws.