Blacktail Deer Plateau riptide

Eilidh was swift -- and her nip to his flank brushed his fur, but as she attempted to change direction and veer away to begin the game of chase as him once more the chaser, Constantine tipped his muzzle back to cast her yet one more mischievous glance before he continued to race in the opposite direction, his laugh lilting to the trees of the Plateau. "Next time," he hollered back at her with a wink, hoping she could hear them as they had distanced themselves quite a bit. Speeding away, the dark chocolate wolf had ended their bout of play to move to something else -- he would catch up with his pale sister later in the evening and they would likely have another tussle -- of which, no doubt, his slender littermate would win.