A thread for
@Caw, taking place whenever it makes sense!
While he was here for Eleuthera's sake, the willows were beginning to grow on him, and he could not spend every waking moment by her side. There were things to look and poke at around every corner, and as long as he was confined to this territory, he was going to learn every inch of it as best as he could.
Today, it was just moving through the willows, making a game of touching his nose to every tendril that came within his reach. This led him, eventually, to a small and peaceful clearing, where Kin flopped over on his side and wagged his tail as he watched butterflies and clouds and little flocks of tanagers flutter overhead.
No problem! There's no rush :)
At the sound of another's approach, Kincaid lifted his head to peer around, and eventually caught sight of a greyscale male heading in his direction. He was surprised to find himself the larger male, for once, and immediately appreciated the man for his smaller stature.
"Howdy," he replied, rather bemused by the stranger's undeniably sweet mien. He thought they could use a few more like this one in the world. Then he thought,
Probably they've all been eaten.
The ruddy male rolled onto his back and wiggled until he could reach the stranger, and tried to pincer him between two reaching, fawn-colored forelimbs. The sun and the lazy breeze and the slow shift of the sun was setting him all at ease — it was so peaceful, here, and in the absence of Nine Lives to frolic with, he was willing to try and get just about anyone to wrassle him.
Kin tried to land a painless and impish bite on Caw's paw, legs still wheeling oafishly in the air.
No more words were needed after the initial greeting; it was clear the balmy weather had them both in an affable mood when Kincaid's attempts stir up a "fight" were eagerly and immediately met by the other man's jaws. It was a contest of who could open their mouth wide, for a little while, as each tried to get the upper hand — but being on physically lower ground made Kin less mobile, and the male was beginning to get the better of him.
A grizzly yawn widened Kin's jaws as he vocalized his frustration, but his rusty tail was still beating the ground. The ruddy male began to shove at Caw's face and throat in an effort to repel him, but the smaller wolf would find Kin's jaws chasing his own if this attempt to repel was at all successful.
Eventually, the lazy male was left on the ground while Caw bounded away. The smaller wolf appeared to be hanging off the ground like a bat to upside-down Kin. But even upside down, it was impossible to misinterpret the play-bow being leveled in his direction; ginger paws wheeled in the air for a moment before Kin got them underneath him, and then he was off after Caw like a shot.
He did not immediately try to catch his cohort, however. He froze a few feet away and slapped the ground himself, a booming bark snapping out of his snipey muzzle.