Sunbeam Lair The game is on Like donkey kong

It wasn't long after waking that Menta's ears trained into a restless voice outside the lair. The cream wolf had woke up without any stiffness or fatigue left in her body and took it to be a good starting sign for the day -  this call seemed like the perfect kind of exercise. She had recognized the voice - Avannon, the large white wolf who met her at the borders had called herself - and figured a tumble would do the both of them well.

And so Menta gave a playful woof as she exited the lair and trotted close to where she had heard the call coming from, stopping and stomping her paws front paws when she saw the other female. Another bark was given. Come and get me. The cream held her alert ears and shining excited golden eyes on the white in anticipation of her move, shifting her muscles into a defensive position.