Phoenix Maplewood you are the bubbles to my bath

His suggestions were met with only more confusion. The coyote's expression gave her away.  Reek's wide smile faltered for a moment; play was turning into hard work, and Reek racked his brain for even simpler ideas to show Sart something fun.  Thankfully, before Reek could suggest something else, the proverbial lightbulb went off over Sart's head with a play revelation. "Now you're getting it!" exclaimed Reek, partially relieved that this particular pressure of pseudo-fatherhood was now off his back.  

She took off into the wood as fast as her stubby little legs could take her and Reek counted to five in head before setting off in pursuit. She was slow; her motor skills had not yet been finely developed. Normally, Reek would have made short work on coyote. His long and lanky strides would win out every time. But instead, he took off after her in a slow, feigned-run and allowed her to have her distance as she wove through the trees.

And when she eventually tired out, Reek would move in for the catch.