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Being so small, Cypress had no experience with pulling his punches; he chewed with all his might at the two-toned girl’s foreleg, imagining himself to be quite ferocious indeed. In all actuality, aside from minute pinpricks of pressure, he wasn’t likely to do much damage — still, he growled with brow furrowed and hackles dancing wildly along his spine, more prominent along his neck and shoulders. His forepaws sought to wrap around the girl’s leg as he fell hard to his side, kicking like a rabbit or a cat might with his hind legs as he furiously worked his jaws. Milky blue eyes sought Allure’s face, and Cypress was surprised to see laughter in her eyes. Hadn’t he frightened her? There were days he and Rannoch scared themselves with their vehemence, but she seemed patently unaffected by her pint-sized foes. To that end, Cypress began a mission to climb atop her. He skirted around to her hindquarters, drew breath, and began an ultimately futile attempt to reach the very top of her head, starting with an impossible leap aimed toward her slender hips.