Moonspear snap crackle pop

Triumphant, the Epsilon waltzed away with an erect tail waving this way and that. The blue-nosed canid was hot on his heels, audaciously nipping at his flank. Kapvik responded with a blaring growl but little else. No, it would have been too soon for what he had in mind. The loner continued to badger him though, each nip and tug emphasized by growls of growing vexation. Growing tired of toying with Kapvik's shoulder, the loner feigned a grab for his prize. Kapvik thought that he was definitely going to grab a hold of it so he slammed his weight against the other wolf. Not enough to injure or anything like that, but enough to make him reconsider drawing near again.
INDENTSomething akin to laughter came from the Epsilon.