Porcupine Ridge Just a ghost running scared

Farstep seemed a lot farther a moment ago, maybe waiting for a moment wasn't a very good idea. It seemed to Anwyl that he'd only been there for a few seconds, but found that Farstep was a few yards away. He scrambled up to avoid the tawny male's pounce, but he tripped nearly losing his footing. If not for Farstep's falter, he would've been down. He couldn't help but laugh a little as the older male plowed into the tree next to him. Anwyl trotted quickly towards him, sniffing him to make sure he was alright.

The silver male nudged Farstep with his nose, making a small whine urging the male to get up. He wasn't done playing yet, and hopefully neither was Farstep. All of his natural puppy instincts had taken over, and he found that he didn't mind. He was definitely glad that he'd met Farstep, the older male had proven to be a lot of fun.