Reira has not been this surrounded by fluffy things since perhaps that one time she decided it'd be grand to try and acclimitize all of the 'small' animals to the tent at once. The dream is a decidedly more welcome experience, though the surprise it catches her with results in a half laugh, half squeal that has potentially only been heard once or twice on the lake while camping- certainly not even once before they started camping.

She might not understand the creamsicle-tigery mess, but she can't help but relent when it appears that all of the various puppies are managing to find tickle spots regardless of any rocky patches. She's quickly bowled over and disappeared beneath them, arms stuck trying to both gently shove one or the other away from her face ('That's my nose!!!'), or just pet them.

"MNpphhh-h! Hey-!" she sputters eventually, still trying and failing quite spectacularly at getting up. "Hey, I have to get up..!"

This is really not going well (as much as she can't be anything more than slightly annoyed and incredibly giggly about this)- eventually she just squeezes her eyes shut and accepts her face, grimacing a bit as she's attacked by growlithe 'kisses'.