Totoka River Hummingbird, just let me die

my last post, thanks guys :D

They ran once more towards the birds, feathers flying everywhere and wings flapping with loud caws falling from their beaks. He didn't get any of them bar a tail feather here and there as they flapped away, but that wasn't what their game was about, anyway. After all the birds had flown he stood still a moment and watched the greying dark stranger turn away from them after a brief chuff of farewell.

Then he turned to the other wolf, lowered his rump in a play bow and then dashed after the birds, which had landed not far from them. For another two or three runs he stayed until eventually it was time to depart and he would do so as wordlessly as the greying dark wolf had, but with a certain childish joy in his heart.