Shadewood I ain't plastic, call me classic

one ear back for chacal, who pressed along his nape -- one ear forward, for the suntorched girl on the banks he was about to yap a second time when alyx heaved a new offering of spittle and riverwater onto the banks.

ew, but valravn's sensibilities weren't in the least offended. he aimed a gentle nip at chacal's cheeks and then turned back to alyx with his tail wagging -- about to answer her question when solaire arrived and quickly took charge.

no matter, they could still play! now there were enough of them for a suitable game of stick-tag, or hide-and-go-seek -- already valravn was counting the different games they could play, not even the least concerned about trespassing or territoriality. in his book any wolf his age was a friend he just hadn't met yet.

however, alyx didn't seem in the mood for play. she looked anguished, and then buried her head into her paws with a wail. approaching her with his tail tentatively wagging, valravn tried to nose her forehead with a clumsy lick before he roared "TAG!!" and darted to the side with an excessively clumsy playbow.