Bearclaw Valley my moon, oh my moon

mona's laughter went on, spinning in and out of lucas' own, and punctuated with a very particular form of percussion. it truly was the most the girl had giggled in quite some time; her chest and the muscles of her belly fair ached when she paused at the high-pitched muffle of the child's voice. "oh, haha, oh no!" mona chuckled helplessly, though humour soon gave way to the necessity of evaluating the situation.
"hold on!" hmming nervously to herself, mona set her jaws around as close to his nape she could reach, tugging backward gently. perhaps he would aid her in a wriggle, or so the firebrand hoped.