The brush of his lips, the attention given drew forth a small coo of delight, pleasure that she had done well and with it, a measure of her nervousness lifted. The praise was enough for her and thus what followed as her Master drew her and Little One both in, the caress of his hand, buried within her hair, drew forth a small coo then an embarrassed giggle for the sound. That he said it was a thing that Little One liked as well caused another small giggle as her gaze slid to look curiously at the Little One, lips curved into a sweet smile.<br/><br/>The expression remained as Master reached and clipped her back on her leash, and while he and Little One rose, she seemed more than content to crawl on her hands and knees beside them.<strong>”Scratches are nice, aren’t they Little One?”</strong>