the grass is green and the girls are pretty [Dom]

Dom came with only slight hesitation. Da had to give her a shove, but she toddled over. Dominika burrowed herself under the hide, and was instantly captured by the backlit snowfall. The fat flakes caught in the dim light of the mushrooms were enchanting, and Divo wondered if the snow would ever become a boring thing. The pale child caught the attention from Dom, and turned to look at her. She was always so frightened, like she actually thought Divo would hurt her. Was their play too rough for Dom? Perhaps Divo should stop. Everyone was so scared of her, and it made her sad sometimes. Da liked it when she bit his tail, and mom didn't mind when she smacked her feathers around. Why did Yaya and Dom hate her?

The soft vocals of Dom alluded to her obvious wonderment. "Вау ... Это так мило." Warmth was exchanged in earnest as Dominika's smaller form leaned against Divo's own. A soft, happy sound was uttered. They were quiet for a while, just watching. They were warm, and they were happy. Right? In her soft and timid voice, her sister said "Диво? Я думаю, что тебе нравится больше всего ... и затем Дарья, но я думаю, что они оба жалеют меня ...."

One paw would clumsily rise as she tried to lean to the side and give her sister a shove. What was this about? Looking her sister in the eyes, she tried to make her face look like mama's did when Divo said something dumb. Brows close together, but not in a mean way. Whether or not it came across that way was up in the air.
"Нет, глупо," The child hissed, stifling a giggle. Dom was so dumb! Of course mama and Da loved her! So stupid. She should change her name to Dumbinika. She shook her head a lot, trying to make sure Dom understood how wrong she was. "мама и Да люблю тебя целыми пучками. Вы любите Да, всегда следуйте за Домом, смотрите Дом. Мама тоже следила за Домом, рассказывала истории Дома, прижимала Дому. Я тоже люблю Дом, собираюсь быть друзьями навсегда." To make her point clear, the youngling lifted her closest foreleg in hopes of pulling it across her sister's shoulders. Sure, she might end up squishing her little sister a bit, but it was a hug. It was supposed to be squishy.