Ocean's Breath Plateau Don't tell Dad the babysitter's dead

She couldn’t hear his growls, though she certainly felt them. The vibration kind of tickled, actually, leading Towhee to break character for a moment as she laughed instead of screamed bloody murder. It was especially ticklish when little Rolayne’s teeth nipped at the soft flesh of her throat.

But the pressure of his small body against hers also reminded her of her aches and pains. Towhee gently rolled to her other side, dislodging the boy as she flopped onto her flank. Her limbs thanked her when she let them all fall limp. She also let her head loll in the grass, tongue sticking out for added drama.