Whitewater Gorge Floating

works for me :>

From nose to chin to shoulder the title of “it” was bestowed upon each in turn, and as it returned to Derg a light breeze swept around the trio. Was this “fun”? Finley felt more silly than anything, less lighthearted more wondering what in night’s name she’d gotten herself into, but here they were.

With a spring in his step Derg bounded for Colin, perhaps looking to return the tag, and with a sidelong glance towards Finley as not to let her escape their game. What, was he looking for more participation? Ah, what the hell. She’d offer her tag on a silver platter.

For the first time with a stroke of genuity, Finley wagged her tail, then surged at them with the most playful romp she could muster—and not as forced as expected, at that. Tag me next, the move seemed to challenge. If you can!