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"Tag?" he suggested and Bat felt an inner resistance. That particular game required so much energy. She licked her lips, peering at Ephraim, and decided to agree despite herself. They were buddies now, pals, and she didn't want to let him down by rejecting his game. Besides, she'd been the one to bring up playing again.

"Yer it!" Bat said simply in way of answer, thrusting out a blotched foreleg to bump his shoulder. Another pup might have spun on a heel and darted away, giggling and squealing. Bat did pivot, though her movement would be better described as a loose lope. Ephraim would probably catch up to her, easily, and then it would be her turn and she'd already accepted her fate as being "it" for the rest of the game after that.