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Uncle Noah was shocked by her sudden appearance, rocking back. A paw was flung over his face, trying to hide from her. Dalgina giggled. That wouldn't work very well. Satisfied that she'd won quite properly Dalgina pounced on his leg, growling softly as she moved to bite it, planning on holding onto the leg as long as she could. She was winning the game! Except for when she got squished, but that was ages ago. So young, time was a concept Dalgina was just starting to grasp, and not very well.
Uncle Noah crouched down, coming to the same level as the black puppy. Her tail wagged happily as he asked if she really was hiding. Yes! I was in the olnayni! She giggled as a wet nose nudged her, protesting a little from the cold. She licked his nose happily before settling down. All this playing around was tiring. Dalgina didn't want to sleep yet though. She opened her eyes extra wide, clamping down on the yawn that threatened to escape. Tell story?
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