"It seems that I have. Now to claim my prize." Several nips to the ears followed the warm pin. Next was a swift lick and finally a few saucy words that Orzel rather not type.
Sugar looked at the tower. It was glorious to her. As she is a dog and thus colorblind, the browness did not affect her. "Pretty."
"Okay," Wrymple flopped into the mud and gulped some mud into its maw. It then returned and spat the mud on the standing log. 'There, all painted.'