Bearclaw Valley «The Thorns of Roses»

Cry was completely caught off guard on the signals of 'look being you', and failed to do such. The silent guardian was initially out of common sense when the nip touched him, and only swift reflexes drove him. The sudden touch made him leap forward, and whirl his body in a complete 180° crouch. He didn't growl because whoever this entity was knew stealth extraordinarily well, being able to sneak him. 

His face committed in a mixture of disbelief, confusion, and relief once he had reeled to assess the situation. The alpha. Speaking of the devil. His pack leader was feeling an unusual but of gaiety in the nocturnal hours, and he didn't cringe from the spark that transfixed into his own usually stoic self. 
Out of all wolves, if the usually serious Raz could be put in such a desire to romp around, who was he to deny such an urge? 
The ebony needed a bit of play, anyway.

The couch switched from defensive to playful in a matter of seconds, as his forelimbs slid further to to flat on the ground, his back rearing higher, and banner swaying high arched in its flagging telltale of intent. 
Face low, he even went to smack the ground swiftly with his forepaws, his own eagerness showing though body language, and an unusual twinkling of mischieg in his usually careful eyes.

It was the Alpha's choice in game, and poised to react instantaneously, the shadow was intent of following him, vigilant even in play.