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Raven didn't seem to like that munch. Wildfire only knew this because her sister began vibrating, which caused her to freeze. She enjoyed the peculiar, tickling sensation for a moment, smiling around the flap of flesh in her maw. With a tiny growl of her own, she then began shaking her head side to side, quite clearly trying to rip Raven's ear right off her face.

But gums were slippery things and as she began to drool, the saliva acted as a lubricant and suddenly her grip slipped and the momentum sent her flying backward onto her bottom. The whole thing happened so fast that she didn't even have time to make a sound. She then unleashed an indignant whining growl which was particularly shrill in nature, voicing her displeasure over her smarting rear end.

The pugnacious (and literally butthurt) little pup made to renew her attack, only to take a blow to the face. Raven might not have had the best aim but that didn't matter with a moving target. Wildfire took the punch right to the nose. She yelped in surprise, then began having a sneezing fit so violent that when it was over—roughly eleven sneezes later—she spat up her lunch. All of this right in Raven's little face.