Blacktail Deer Plateau riptide

Oblivious to being hunted, the swarthy boy would stop every so often, his nose pressing to the dirt as he inhaled the scents their home had to offer. His aspiration was to be a hunter for at least one of his trades, and he kept meaning to engage one of the pack adults to show him the best ways to track the migration of the herds.
 
So it was ironic when his muzzle lifted and his eyes only glimpsed the blur of cream as a wolf made t tackle him – his senses were to be on alert at all times, and how quickly he had failed in that!
 
Confusion shifted to panic rather suddenly – and then ebbed to amusement a she realized it was his sister. He tightened his muscles, his muzzle only lowering slightly to better take the impact when his sibling bulldozed him fully then. He rolled with her, not trying to hold back, and when he landed smoothly upon his side, the boy had it in his mind he would spring back up, much like a tiger, and bounce back at her.
 
Instead, he stumbled, and nose-dived.. stumbling toward his sister.