Fairspell Meadow i watched you change

buffalo's body uncoiled; bloodstained ears swept forward as the dark shape of the the younger wolf swept into view. openly, the male's amusement spanning the distance between them. their game had spread through a length of time he had not remembered — now the bedlamite lashed his plume catlike at his heels and advanced through the grasses.
a grin parted way to the jagged threat of fangs within; buffalo lifted his chin with a teasing glance. "mmm," came the slow trailing of his thoughtful purr. "what to do with a boy who ran and was caught?" snaking his muzzle closer, the red-blotched ghost reverberated with a thorned rumble. "taking suggestions from the audience."