Lost Creek Hollow tag you're it

It was growing colder a little damp among the hollow, Ilya was truly surprised that it hadn't started to snow yet. Well, perhaps not too surprised, but where she was born it was snowing practically every moment of Fall. She sniffed at the moist ground and wagged her tail a little, deciding to find her white friend. She hoped he wasn't too busy.

She continued sniffing at the ground, her tail still wagging as she grew excited for the situation. Soon, she came across a mossy patch of earth and yipped with excitement. The black wolf yanked at the moss until a decent sized chunk detached, dripping with water. Her face was splashed with water droplets when she yanked it, but after a quick shake of her head she was back on guard. She began to sniff out the packs Beta, @Luke , and was thrilled to sense that he wasn't far away. 

She tracked down the white male with ease, considering his distance from her, and hid silently behind a bit of bracken. When she felt the time was right, she let out a loud bark and flung the moss at him, hitting him on his shoulder. She leapt from the bushes with a mock pride in her shot and bent forward in a play bow. 

"Tag!" She yipped at him, mischief dancing in the glint in her eyes, "You're it!"