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His problem solving remained simplistic: ram it, squish it, or devour it. There were other options, but none that occurred to him. He just knew from the sheer size of Rosalyn's muzzle that his second option would never work, and the first had already failed. Which led him to the third, but even that failed spectacularly.

Sobo yawped indignantly at being dislodged so trivially from Rosalyn's muzzle, only to be gently shoved and to feel the whoosh of breath against his tiny whiskers. He reared his little head back at this and weakly clapped his toothless jaws together, poking his tongue out moments later and huffing audibly at the air. Smelled like...

Whatever fishy thing Rosalyn might've consumed for breakfast was so interesting to Sobo that he forgot about how easily she bested him, and returned to trying to crawl past her muzzle. This time, his destination was the inside of her mouth, leading him to shove his nose ineffectually between her dark lips.