Wapun Meadow hot dog season

Sif grew no less wiggly at the signs of friendliness that Laurel displayed. If anything, her tail whipped harder than ever. (Later on, she'd find it in herself to disagree with the older girl; happiness definitely had a scent. For now, though, she was more focused on how weird everything was.)

Laurel's paw-to-the-face was accepted with good humor, and with Sif trying to cover that with licks, too. With desperately friendly glances at the older girl's face, she dared to nip at Laurel's shoulder in a similarly playful gesture. This, however, proved too much for her bowstring nerves to handle, and Sif darted away in what was, ostensibly, an invitation for the other girl to chase her. In reality, she was just plain running, hoping a bit more rapid motion would burn away her anxiety.