Redhawk Caldera Hurry up, we're dreaming

He seemed just as pleased, perhaps even more so than before. Wildfire glowed. She liked making others smile. It made her insides feel warm and fuzzy and her tail stir. It stilled again when she concentrated on her uncle's face, watching as he made exaggerated movements with his mouth. Without even thinking about it, she mimicked him, her own lips popping together nearly silently.

"Bababababa," she muttered under her breath, craning forward to better see Elwood's face (things were still a bit blurry at times). From this close, she could sort of detect the thrum of his own voice, which caused her lips to fall still and twitch at the corners. She could also see the whiskers on his grizzly chin, which made her grin broaden for whatever reason.

Without warning, she jumped up and bumped the tip of her snout against his, their lips smacking together in a friendly smooch. When her haunches dropped back to the ground, she giggled rather wildly. The flaps of her ears bounced at the noise and, at long last, she became to make that tenuous connection between her own exhalations and these new auditory perceptions.