Redhawk Caldera summer days wasting away

Frolic could only titter when Seal playfully scolded her about her marked-up arms, then began to laugh. There was something extremely contagious about that sound.

Stop before I catch the giggles! It’s a disease! she jested in turn, balling a black fist and bumping it playfully against a freckled shoulder.

A moment later, Seal moved out of Frolic's reach and began preparing a spot in the grass. Right when she opened her mouth to offer her assistance, her friend clutched at her. Frolic giggled and went willingly, prostrating herself as she played the part of proper patient.

After a cursory visual assessment, Dr Seal consulted with Frolic about her symptoms. Sprawled on her back, the pup tossed a foreleg over her forehead in a dramatic swoon.

I’ve fallen and I can’t get up, she bemoaned, because a smelly beefalo stepped on me. Oooh, it hurts so bad in my thrapple, Dr Seal!