Blackfeather Woods one bite at a time

The woman danced again in front of her, dangling the stick from her jaws in an inviting manner. With a tiny little growl, Maegi leapt forward and seized the object in her mouth once more, tugging and tugging to her heart's delight. The older wolf was not budging, though, and Maegi found herself tumbling backwards once more.

This time, as she rose to her feet, she let out a tremendous yawn, eyelids fluttering. The play had worn her tiny body out, and she felt sleepy again. Giving the woman a weak little series of nods, she padded over and butted her head against her dark legs, curling her still roly-poly body up against the she-wolf's heat.

I trust you, she thought, smiling against the black fur. I like you.

i'm gonna fade this here :)