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she chased after him, and within those few seconds it was evident she had the advantage of speed over him -- he felt compelled to switch to the fastest gear his thin legs could manage -- though his stride was by nature much shorter than hers.

he swung round to face her with the branch in his mouth and he taunted her with it -- as she growled, he paused - his gaze fell to hers in trepidation, but the glittering warmth of her blue gaze suggested the growl was far from hostile in nature.

she then angled towards the stick -- ich'aak playbowed again with a duck, but he was too slow and there was suddenly tension at the other end of the stick. ich'aak eyed her out of the corner of his eyes and tugged with a low, playful growl, his booty backing up with each hearty tug of his muzzle.