Emberwood clutch

Dad didn’t seem to understand her request for entertainment - or if he did, his response was only to flap his lips.  Sophia had expected movement, or a display of color - like the slice of vibrant green through the den door that was sometimes illuminated, sometimes not. Maybe a joke?

The pup gasped slightly when pleasantly warm breath hit her chest. The wet snoot moved on to Victoria before Sophia could give it an experimental pat. Her sister's blurry white face turned to her - she could sense it, two questioning eyes in the half dark.

Perhaps there was more to dad than a penchant for interrupting boobie. Sophia gave her sister an I'll-take-care-of-it look, wobbled toward Cambria's broad paw, and flung herself bodily on top of it. With one of his toes squeezed between her forelegs, she began to headbutt his wrist like a tiny, entirely ineffectual jackhammer.