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"Augh," Elwood grunted with a grimace; he could feel his fur dampening by the second where Finley's mouth was. He felt mildly like a chew toy, although he wasn't going to complain. Again, Finley's actions had outweighed his expectations. Instead of letting him go, she held on tight, tapping him in a slobbery prison of sorts.

"How do I taste?" he asked, before giving his shoulder a shake and relenting. "Okay, okay, you win." He was starting to notice a pattern in his play fights: the girls always won.