Silver Creek Further Acquainted

Her accepted her play and engaged, and Amber's paws worked harder as his teeth closed around her fur. It wasn't aggressive, of course, but it sent a wave of adrenaline through her. Soon enough, the two inky wolves were galloping across the lands of Silver Creek. Every couple of lengths she kicked up her heels at his shoulder, bounding forward a pace or two before falling back to his shoulder: they were perfectly matched, and this was more fun than Amber'd had in a while.