Lost Creek Hollow Can't you see they turn blind eyes to we swift and spotlit strangers?

Planted with kisses—and then a ninja nip, the girl then flopped over, giving the man time to swipe at his stinging nose with a paw before peering down at her—a turtle on her back and finding contentment in simply delivering some kicking blows toward him now.

“Okay, fangan biorach,” he smirked, lifting a paw to swipe her closer to his chest before his own jaws ascended to mouth at her—clearly she needed to tire herself out. And wrestling seemed to be the chosen activity.