Bearclaw Valley I thought we might play catch, or... I dunno

Paw forward, recited Lucas, slapping one chubby forepaw down on the wet grass, then sliiiiide back, and he pulled it back along the slick ground until it was squarely under his wobbling chest again. Good. Next one. The opposite paw landed and then slid back. Lucas had these moves more or less down pat, but moving the rest of his body at the same time was proving difficult. He placed his right forepaw ahead once more, followed by the left hind paw, but when he attempted to slide them both back at once while moving the other two up, he wobbled precariously and toppled onto his side.

This didn't squash his good mood, of course. It only contributed. With a chuckle, he began to flail his limbs and turn himself in a laborious circle on his shoulder. Break dance break! Do the windmill, baby.

OOC: Would love a @Laurel if you have time!