Watching his face turn from pleasant to painful made Mati stop her battering. She hadn’t truly wanted to hurt him, though a part of her was satisfied that she wasn’t the only one being attacked. Still she would rather not hurt her poor uncle. Instead of nipping she gave a quick kiss on the nose and then let her body tumble into the thick cushion of the furs and blankets. I nots a monster! Little voice chimed, she wasn’t to scary, she was sure of it. If she were, then all the other monsters would be scared of her. Not the other way around.
Climbing to her paws she jumped toward the dark wolfess. Her growl had returned but was mixed with the giggle that she could shake. As fierce as she hoped to be, there would always be the under lying roundness of her face and the softness of her voice remind everyone how sweet her nature truly was.
Her imagination dared to take her to a far off place. Where the light and dark threatened to swallow her whole, using their murky and bright fingers to tickle her into submission. But Savina stayed her aunt and Kansas remained her uncle, wrestling her just out of pure amusement. Turing on the female, Mati launched her own tickle attack on Savina’s neck. Es you turn! It was fair that Mati be the only to get tickled.
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