Growing like Weeds

Much to Artorias' delight, as soon as he scooped up Sierra, the little wolf began to wiggle and squirm about in his grasp, play fighting against his affectionate assault. His tiny half-sister squealed out that she wasn't an intruder, growling and nipping back at his muzzle while he kissed and nuzzled her soft fluffy tummy. "Not an intruder? Hmm, let's see..." Artorias pushed his nose to her ticklish tummy, giving exaggerated sniffs as he pretended to analyze her scent. "You're right, you smell much too sweet to be an intruder. You must be made of candy instead!" In an instant, Art began to growl and nip playfully back at Sierra's vulnerable and squishy tummy in an attempt to tickle her further.

After a bit more flailing and growling from both wolves, Artorias finally relented as his sister's paws kicked at his face, doing nothing in the way of damage, but Art put on a good show of feigning injury. "Oww! Okay, okay, you win!" he said as he carefully set Sierra back down on the floor, grinning from ear to ear while he watched the feisty pup. She definitely had their mother's spirit in her, that was for sure! "Those stairs are pretty high. Where are you heading off to, Sierra?"

"Artorias"