Dragoncrest Cliffs catch a tiger by the toe

as bat surged forward, albeit clumsily, portia grinned, her pink tongue still poking out. it was tapped playfully, and though bat's little feet didn't taste all that great, portia didn't mind-- of course. but! with wildfire's help, bat was not escaping this time! she used her paws to scoop the baby towards her, beginning her own assessment of licks and nudges. this was simple, little bat! see? nothing to fear. 

after a few prods and kisses, portia was content with the check up and freed the pup (if she chose to runoft, that is) looking to wildfire with a smile. "healthy as ever, and so energetic-- you're always so blessed with bright, peppy litters," she told her friend, of course, without praying inwardly that this litter (her own) would be a bit less lethargic this time. dalia had grown up well, of course, but sirio had never grown out of whatever bizarre, socially ineptness he'd been born with.