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With a toss of her head, Chacal reared out of her play-bow and bounded sideways, mirroring her mother's movements though perhaps with a little bit less grace. She was adorably awkward in her bold, high steps and bounding movements, like a filly testing out its long, knobbly legs for the first time. When her mother yipped, she snapped her own jaws together, mimicing the gesture she'd made but in a silent pantomime.

When she felt the brush of air near her bony hip she whirled in circles, lashing her hindquarters away and out of reach, but continued to whip in circles, tighter and tighter until she ended up clamping her teeth down on the feathery fur at the very tip of her own tail. Grinning, and with her eyes wide with surprise, she hobbled around in a circle to gaze at her mother, as though to show off what she'd just done.