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It worked! The tables were reversed, and Adelle was tickling Isa, the powerful captor of giggles. Isa rolled helplessly with laughter, unable to escape from her soft nips and licks, determined to tickle her until she cried for mercy. The plan was going along beautifully, cries and giggles escaping from the wolf. Adelle hadn't gotten a good enough grip on Isa though, and the wolf slipped away, escaping her grasp. Adelle barked with protest, wishing that Isa had just been a good prisoner and remained still.
Luck wouldn't have it that way though. Her tail was grabbed, spinning the pup around as she followed Isa's direction, deep lungs barking what she was thinking. Isa paused for a moment, exciting Adelle even more. She could take Isa down! Full speed ahead Adelle broke into a charge Grandpa would have been proud of, head low and ready to take her on for battle. A wild war cry slipped through Adelle as she leaped into the air, working to catch the wolf.