Seaside Moors natives kneel in prayer by their caravans

when he cried and played dead, she gasped a sharp breath rather suddenly, eyes widening with terror. had she killed him?! she had not meant to do such a thing, did not know that his nose was his weak point or she would've avoided it- but in a moment's time, he perked back up. her terror wiped away into a wide smile, as she couldn't help the wag of her tail. so it was a game! she wished to play now, knowing no harm was done- and reached out now to lick his nose again- play dead for me!!