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A little squeak of surprise bubbled up from her when his paw came down on her head. Foxglove squirmed like a fly caught in a web, twisting her head to catch the pad of one of his toes in a playful nip. She held on for a moment, teasing, before she let go and tried again to roll away from him.

The effort was futile, of course. But that didn't make the game any less fun. A low growl simmered in her throat as she kicked at him with her forepaws, her tail moving faster in the dirt now.