Fire...what else is there?

A thud, a clamor, and the coywolf was back on her feet. He lifted a wolven brow at her and neared the female, lifting a twig from her fur as she gathered her wits about her. She snapped playfully at him and he snapped back, his teeth falling on nothing but air as she fluffed herself up and considered his challenge.

And then she bolted off.

He smirked, grinning as he took off after her. His weight left him slipping and sliding over the debris as he ran down the desolate rim. It wasn't until they found flatter ground that he allowed his tongue to loll, effectively panting away the heat of these wilds.

"Consider my corpse a contribution to the cause," he jested as he gained on her long enough to nip at the tip of her tail before she bolted off again. At this rate, they'd return to the main pack at the moonspear long enough to re-assemble and be off again before the sunset.

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