Moonspear snap crackle pop

The bone was not worth the confrontation that the other male threatened and so the white wolf had parted with it easily. Fortunately, it seemed the aggression had been a charade, a prank, and he had fallen for it. He watched intently as the darker wolf claimed the bone and dropped into a play bow with an inviting woof. Luke's tail started to wag. He held no ill feelings about the savage nature of the ruse and was more than happy with the change in direction the encounter was taking.

He leaped down from the rock, slipping into his own play bow so quickly it was as though he had landed in the position. He grinned devilishly and darted forward, lifting a paw in the air and slapping it onto the ground with a silly growl. Then he made a grab for the bone, the end opposite the one the other male chewed. If he could get his teeth on it, he was prepared for a good ol fashioned session of tug-o-war.