Whitefish River You'll never have to be alone

She was only made more vigorous when she knew that her charge was no longer a solo one, and that Spica was striding along behind. With her sister here to join in, efforts were more than doubled thanks to the mere boost she granted her sister's tenacity. Syrma giggled through playful growls that she muffled through her mother's fur, mauling and biting at her as she soon rolled her way off, eager to reposition her angle of attack for elsewhere, now that they had effectively rolled her over, succumbed to their might.

With Spica at Mom's ears, Syrma looped around towards her head with a big exaggerated pounce. Mom! she yapped. Didja see!! she yipped and dropped down to her elbows to plant a lick on Speedy's muzzle, then bounced away again afterward into a prance around them both, watching her sister as she went. She wasn't clear on what she meant exactly by this, and it didn't really matter in her head or the moment--did Mom see how fierce their pounces could be? How many tumbles they did? How fast they could run?! Did she see how good they could be together?