Dragoncrest Cliffs Dance with my dogs in the nighttime

Artaax's eyes glimmered with amusement at the game he had begun. He dropped to his elbows as Bobby spun to snap at him, his jaws parting to allow his tongue to roll out. Blixen stole his attention quickly as she sprang. He twisted so that his sister collided with his shoulder and the impact would turn to momentum for his escape. It worked, sort of. The young wolf stumbled, but kept his footing enough to scamper away from his vicious attacker. He would, of course, circle back as he truly didn't want to be left out of the walk. But this was fun too if only for the moment.