Sun Mote Copse let me see through your eyes, where there’s so much life

Any lingering thoughts about the thwarted hunt or feeling under the weather completely dropped out of Wildfire's head as she rolled around in the grass with Weejay. Along with tickling, there was a lot of kicking, nudging, poking and wiggling. At one point, the Sovereign knew the tips of her daughter's teeth as they scored against her elbow, triggering her funny bone and causing fat tears to squeeze from the corners of her glimmering chestnut eyes.

As the tears slithered down her cheekbones, it set off a paroxysm of laughter that Wildfire couldn't have explained. But it felt so wonderful, laughing so hard, her cheeks aching and her belly clenching with the sheer force of it. All the while, she continued swatting playfully at Weejay, although it was difficult to accomplish much of anything in this state.

The laughter wound down after a time and Wildfire let out a long, shaky, happy breath as she flopped onto her side. She gazed at Weejay for a beat, then murmured, "C'mere." Without waiting for the pup to reply, Wildfire reached for her, drawing her daughter closer to her chest and snuffling against the soft furs of her forehead. The foreleg draped over her child's side tightened a little as she shamelessly snuggled her baby girl against her.

Her body still shook from time to time with the aftershocks of her laughquake, yet over time, she calmed and relaxed, her body gone boneless. She felt so completely at peace, her child cradled in her arms, against her fluttering heartbeat. "Love you, Weejay," she murmured, peppering the pup's brow with kisses, her lips curled into a smile, because she was so happy and nothing hurt.