Kintla Flatlands born unto trouble

Lotan's brows raised slowly as she indicated that he needed to throw the meat again in order to get the full effect. He grinned, then shrugged; he wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to continue their play. He, too, briefly considered the fact that they were potentially wasting perfectly good food, but being a wolf he had no qualms to eat it even after it was covered in dirt.

"Not so high, okay," he said, turning to select another portion from the pile. His original pick was somewhere in the bushes and he didn't feel like searching for it. This time, he held it more loosely and moved in a pivoting motion, winging the slab horizontally. It spiraled a short distance and then hit the ground with a sound just as satisfying as the first one.

"Better?" he asked, his voice taking on a teasing tone as he shifted his gaze to meet hers.