Deepwood Weald What is this, wash and wear?

Oliver pinned Holly down with his front paws. "Gotcha!" he declared with a victorious grin. "Now you're in big trouble."

He intended to give Holly the tickling of a lifetime, but he hesitated, suddenly unsure of himself. Would that be taking it too far? The last thing he wanted to do was come accross as some kind of manhandling creep.

He didn't have to wonder long, however, as Holly used the pause to counter attack by kicking his back legs. He lost balance and tumbled off. "Ooof," he grunted as he hit the ground. He curled up defensively, anticipating an attack from above. "Oh noooo!" He cried out in mock terror.