Stavanger Bay beats made of bongos and shakers

"you also would've cracked all your teeth!" dalia reminded her, using her own teeth to clip at the air around saucy's muzzle. what a goof! moments later saucy was rubbing all over a big ass tree. her ears pricked, brows rising in curiosity. not that she was rubbing against a tree, just that she was calling in an organic massage. she doubted it but... well, she didn't wanna be rude. "oh yeah?" she quipped, padding over to the wide-based tree to rub herself along it. it was... actually really nice. heh. "oh yeah..." dalia murmured a little lower, feigning her eyes rolling towards the back of her head, tongue lolling out.