King Elk Forest if all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail

Rexxar's grip on the stick was lax and Saena pulled with all her might, wrenching it away for but a moment. The man dipped into a play bow as she initiated, and while her brows crinkled challengingly and her lips curled into a smug grin around the fresh bark in her jaws, his smile was roguish. His forward momentum caught Saena off guard, assuring Rexxar's success in grasping the stick while his paws came down on the riverbed with a thump.

The Alpha female locked her neck and bunched her shoulders, throwing all of her meager weight into his forelegs as she heaved backwards. Her hind paws scrabbled for purchase on the loose rock underfoot, but even her most earnest effort was unlikely to budge Rexxar and his stick. He had dozens of pounds on her. She was a strong and feisty little thing, but Saena was disadvantaged against the hardier builds of larger wolves, and speed meant little in a game of tug of war.

She dropped her end of the stick, conceding defeat with a pant and a glimmer in her eye, and swept her snout sidelong to survey the trees briefly. "You shouldn't be alone," she commented idly before making another grab at the stick.