Blacktail Deer Plateau riptide

Their tussle was purely wrought on by play and stubbornness. At least on Constantine’s part. Eilidh gave as good as she got and then some – and Constantine only pushed away when a paw haphazardly thwacked him in the eye.
 
Unhurt, the boy cast a mischievous grin to his sister. Without sound, but with a playful snap to the air, the brown wolf leapt away, his tongue lolling form his mouth as he sped away, initiating a round of chase. Dirt flung up from his paws as his streamlined form raced forward, and not once did he cast his black-masked face back to see if how close she was.