Honeyed Pasture d r i f

He retaliated by grabbing her paw and poking her in the side, which tickled! Silktail let out a noise that was part laugh, part shriek, wrenching out of his grip and falling back onto her haunches in her haste to escape his touches.

She noticed something damp and smelly in the grass next to her. Distractedly, Silktail bent down to sniff. It was quite the pungent odor, though something about it reminded her of her mother. The youngster threw herself down, rolling in the drying puddle of urine, which paired well with the vomit still clinging to her downy chest.