Porcupine Ridge Just a ghost running scared

Ok that's fine. If you could archive it that'd be great, I haven't figured out how yet x3

Farstep had Anwyl in his grasp for a moment, tussling him before darting away. The brown male seemed to want Anwyl to follow, but the youngster had actually gotten pretty tired. He barked in the direction of his friend, alerting him that he was done. He ran over to Farstep and touched his nose to his shoulder in a friendly and respectful manner. Then at that he turned and went the other way, ready to take a nap. He had really enjoyed the little game he'd shared with his silent friend. If he ever wanted to play again, he knew who to find. Anwyl made his way back to his den, a small tree with a hollowed base, just big enough for him to squeeze into and get comfortable. He patted down the loss he'd piled up and laid down to rest.