Lost Creek Hollow tag you're it

He laughed merrily as he ran, his blue-padded paws scattering leaves, needles and dirt from the trail he sketched across the hollow. He was quick, but his packmate was too, and she gained on him enough to nip at his tail. He was not privy to her intention to tackle him, but nor would he be concerned by it if he were. He ran for the sheer thrill of it, barking and yipping as he went, leaving no wolf within earshot to wonder what their playful beta was up to. He thrust his paws down to weave expertly among the hollow's trees, and as if he thought he could throw her off a bit, he took a sailing leap across one of the streams that wandered through their home. He glanced back, to see if she was still following.