Sun Mote Copse Don't tell me what the poets are doin'

Her Neema quickly indulged her unspoken request. The contact did tickle, a little, though this only earned a cooing giggle from the baby before she settled beneath the touch. Her right ear twitched as it picked up on the distant hum, which she could also feel via the Honoree's tongue. It was altogether quite pleasant and, despite herself, the pup found herself fighting to keep her eyes open.

They'd just drifted shut, the baby falling into a blissful drowse, when her whole body jolted. Meerkat's eyes flew wide open again, just before a second hiccup shuddered through her.