Moonspear snap crackle pop

No fault, no foul. Luke's nips had been an accident. One Kapvik was eager to forgive. His playmate was forgiven with resuming their tussle. Kapvik decided he liked being on top and made no move to let Luke up. His outstretched paws were met with slimy licks meant to make the snowy wolf shudder, but the wolverine might have failed in grossing out his companion. They were not a species to be grossed out, actually. Instead, Kapvik lurched off of Luke only to entice him with another play bow, this time with an earsplitting growl. I demand you play with me. Right now.
INDENTAnd play they did. Perhaps not as long as Luke may have wanted. Kapvik decided enough was enough after forty-five minutes. Their session had run its course by then. Kapvik suddenly withdrew from his momentaneous associate, signaling it was time for him to take his leave. Sorry, but I can't play all day. Nipping roughly at the loner to ward him off, the marked wolf left in a brisk trot. No words were exchanged between them, the wolverine leaving Ser Bluenose to chew on his bone with renewed enthusiasm.