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

Hah! He got her! He growled- a bubbling, high pitched noise that wasn't particularly threatening- and shook his head from side to side, still holding onto Finley's paw. He couldn't exactly hear what she'd said over the noises he was making- but when she paused suddenly, he perked his ears and looked up at her with surprise, his mouth softening on her foot for a moment. Three more? What? The joke went over his head, and he tilted his head to the side for a moment- but that cost him dearly, as Finley reached out to jab at his chubby midsection. 

He barked with laughter, releasing her foot for a moment, and teetered sideways, trying to avoid being tickled again, even though he did like it. Encouraged by his mom, though, he awkwardly bounded toward Finley again, snapping his litle mouth shut over and over again like a fish gawping for breath as he attacked whatever part of her legs and feet he could get.