Yun.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋. ⠀⠀

( Parting those lips, even for such a sweet remark, certainly was not the move as Yun capitalized on the opening. A tap upon her tights left them vanishing; girth rising up to whack across the 'mon's jaw before a swift tug and pull sent the tip right where it belonged! )

Prone, because she wishes to wrap an arm around that neck.

( And take, she would nothing, for that pretty li'l face was on the receiving end of a harsh and swift slap - FWAP! - before digits gained a cruel grasp upon those luscious locks. ) Cease your yappin' - and watch that tongue, 'lest we need to pin it down.

Cat, dog, horse - not a hint of a difference between them, considering each and everyone is nothing more than a whimpering little knotsleeve, deep down. Down, runt.

... why, are you bald?

Make me, and make me.

So close to being appropriate - where's that magic word, pup'?

Not unless you both manage to show some manners, and heat up the weather.

... it is barely above fifteen degrees outside!

Rotten little firefox.

Sweetest - prove that.

Only good puppies get treats, though. Are you an especially good one?

You better knot be planning on "trick and treating" up to the estate tonight.

Adorable pony tail - let me tug on it, 'kay?

... bite.

Definitely not buying that.

There is not a single doctor claiming that.

Noisily stretching.

The most delectable of treats, most potent medicine to heal an ill lupine; a soft and juicy, warm and moist meal.