Sun Mote Copse let me see through your eyes, where there’s so much life

A delighted laugh escaped Wildfire's smudged snout when Weejay writhed away from the tickling with a fit of giggles. They were music to the mother's ears, almost as much as when one of her kids said, "Mom!" Despite her daughter's protests, she reached for her again, only for the pup to scramble totally out of reach.

Snickering under her breath, Wildfire prepared to give chase. But then Weejay surprised her; rather than scamper away, she charged! Another gasp of laughter escaped the Sovereign as the pup's cool nose pressed into the sensitive patch where her foreleg met her body. Just like her child had done a moment ago, she instinctively twitched away from the contact, eyes dancing.

It was tempting to flip the script and run, giving Weejay the chance to chase. But Wildfire still felt a little lightheaded, despite her joy. So, instead, she dropped to the ground and rolled onto her back, all four legs crooked skyward and chest and belly exposed in open invitation for all the tickles.