Porcupine Ridge Just a ghost running scared

Anwyl hadn't had this much fun in a while. Farstep was far different from any other wolf he'd met. He found that play without words was almost more fun. It gave him a chance to treat his instinct and to enjoy a spar. No need to decide what game to play, no need to argue over 'who won', just simple fun. Farstep seemed to understand the excitement as well. Anwyl had just joined that pack, and had already found a friend. 

The silvery male yipped as he felt Farstep's jaws close on some of his tail fluff. It pinched a little, but it was no injury. After he had jumped away and barked to ebb Farstep on, he grinned a goofy and childish grin. His tail wagged back and forth, he panted as well but wasn't close to tired. He was young and definitely not going to give up yet. Suddenly Farstep lunged forwards, and the joyful youth found himself with two options. He could either stand and take on the tawny male, or run and enjoy a game of chase. 

When it comes to fight or flight, well actually Anwyl was more of a talk it out kind of guy. But considering talking wasn't very effective, and this was just a game, he took up his secondary instinct. His eyes widened as Farstep neared him and he get loose an excited bark before turning tail and speeding away. He ran as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast. The snowy ground kept him from taking large fast leaps, and if he took short and speedy steps he would trip. He stuck out his tongue, a habit he'd had since he was little. He always justified it by saying that it helped him think.

Anwyl ran up to a large tree, the sun streaming down onto it. He turned around to make sure that Farstep was still following him. He took the chance to breathe, but it also gave his companion a chance to catch up or sneak up on him.