Sawtooth Spire the frog king, or iron heinrich

"i'm cunning and vitty den!" she giggled as papa used the gentled heft of his scarred paw to unbalance her, causing her to tumble against her side. "and smard!" she growled, attempting to leap over mahler's broad haunch to get at thade but her bantam stomach caught her in a sprawl across her papa's breadth.
she struggled over, seeking purchase against his fur with her rear legs and somersaulting into the soft grass on the other side of mahler's ashlar rampart.
phaedra was back to her feet with a soft, devious snicker, and promptly laid siege upon thade as playful growls rumbled up her chest. the trio carried on with their play for a while longer into the evening before both pups began their yawning, and by the time the moon was high in the sky, both were thoroughly exhausted; ying-yanged dozily against the soft fortress of their father, who after a time woke them with a soft rumble.
they sleepily piled into the den, and barely made it past the threshold before falling into a slumbering heap.