Bearclaw Valley For some birthday or some Christmas that has come and gone

Nuna listened to Lucas with wise eyes and head tilted to the side, her features expressing a curious interest. Dance? What kind of beast was that? Since, right after mentioning this, her brother began to sway his other side, she stared at it with a mesmerized gaze. Deep in her brain prey-drive began to wake and spread, and soon after, pouncing and attacking that moving butt seemed like the most wonderful idea. But then she recalled, how it had ended the last time (a kick in the eye), and that it would not be such a good idea after all.

She playbowed, barked at him and did two quick zoomies around him, returning to the starting point and getting back to the bow again. Want to play chase?