Porcupine Ridge All my life, I was never there

There was a pause between the two of them -- if her companion had taken another partial second to respond to her, she might have begun to even feel foolish, with her rump wiggling through the air in pure demand for play.
 
As it were, the golden wolf's own body fell to place almost more swiftly than expected -- his own posture mirroring hers and before she could utter a growl of approval, her newfound friend pounced toward her full force. Surprise caused her to pause, but she would soon lock her form in an attempt to maintain her footing as Farstep collided with her. No sooner did she manage to stand did his own paws wrap about her neck, and with a fit of laughter, Capri's muzzle made to reach up and tug at his ear, her own slender form whipping down to fall upon her side before she pushed to her back. Swinging her paws up at him, the Roux-Abrhen would twist to maintain her footing once more, and then she would try to dart off in an attempt to lure him to a chase.