Honeyed Pasture Take every chance you dare

Hush was not prepared for the sudden game of tug of war, but he didn't decline the invitation. His blood was high, and he needed to expel some of the potential energy stored in his limbs. The hybrid pulled back enthusiastically, his brush of a tail waggling behind him. Their game did not last for long as his companion quickly tore off the arm he was holding.

The coywolfdog needed no more encouragement to crack this thing open. With a toss of his head, the creature was flung against the rock. Hush perked up at the resounding crack that rang through the beach, and trotted over to the creature laying still on the sand, sniffing and nosing it, searching for a crack where he could grab a hold of a piece and start ripping this thing open.