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Her teeth found the other end of the girl's bone and she chomped down with only a part of her strength. This was an unfair fight had it been a real one, but it was merely for fun and the old widow did not want the child to feel less than the adults. She hated being babied and treated as a child, even though she had been, so an adult coming down to play with her (and let her win, of course) was always a good time. She wanted to provide the little girl with her bone that same experience.

A playful growl escaped her throat as she gently tugged and resisted, paws only loosely placed on the ground as to not pull the entirety of their game towards her accidentally. But she didn't want their game ending yet, because winning was never that easy and she feared the child might think she was mocking her.