Porcupine Ridge Bought my fate straight from hell

The beta didn't need to decide; his companions did it for him. The svelte patchwork bitch began winding a tight circle that kicked snow in all directions, and Anwyl heeded her spirited request when she darted out of it to rap the boy on the shoulder. Farstep's jaws parted into an excited pant and he lowered his front half just in time for Anwyl's attention to flip to him. The boy rushed at him, lifting his paws to bat at his piqued ears, and the beta retaliated by making grabs for wayward paws with a blunted force in his jaws.

He missed, Anwyl's flailing proving much too effective for him, but he wasn't about to let the yearling escape. His muscles bunched and he threw himself after the cream-and-silver youth, pausing to gnash his jaws coaxingly toward Vuk's cheek whilst skidding on the slick slope before bounding away in Anwyl's direction.