Lost Creek Hollow tag you're it

The white wolf had his head down, sniffing about the debris and detritus on the forest floor. It was absent-minded, for his thoughts wandered far and wide were not at all concerned about the trace of mouse beneath his nose. He was not aware that his packmate stole up on him, and though his ears flicked back when she barked, he was thoroughly startled by the moss as it struck his shoulder. He quickly spun, but his alertness dampened immediately upon seeing Ilya. He laughed.

"Oh you think so, eh?" he called back, his tail sweeping back and forth. She may have declared that he was it, but in the next moment, as he launched himself into a sprint away from her, he declared that he was not. She would have to chase him!