Stone Circle Here you come again

Philos got into his own play stance, which stirred Adeline on even more. She ran towards him, ears perked. When she got close, and was just about to pounce on him, he fell to his side and she pounced on him anyways, her open jaws searching for a spot to gnaw on—maybe a shoulder, maybe an ear, whichever she could get to. She let a playful growl release from her throat as she considered his question.

Then, she remembered. You promised me seafood the next time I saw you, she mumbled, not releasing whatever chunk of fur she might have in her mouth of his. It was true, he had. And it was obvious that he had no type of food on him now, let alone her seafood.