Porcupine Ridge Just a ghost running scared

Capriccio's trick would be one to keep in mind, for Farstep successfully capture Anwyl's ear. He gave it a playful tug, enduring a swatting or two of the yearling's paws in the process, before he let go with a bubbling growl-bark that seemed akin to laughter. His tail swayed gaily as he tamped the snow under his front paws with an excited little dance of his feet, and then without warning he flopped his tongue out and swept it wetly over the side of Anwyl's snout.

Chortling in his strange manner, the two-year-old darted away from Anwyl, only to pause a very short distance away and slap the snow with his forepaws. Down went his torso, inviting Anwyl to do the chasing now if he was up for more games, and then Farstep tore away in hopes he would be chased after all. If not, he would have no hard feelings.

Can probably fade here if you like, or we can keep going if you'd prefer that!