Hideaway Strath all of us speak with different tongues

Roarke is up and in position in a matter of seconds, a playful growl on the rift between them. A smirk places up on her muzzle as she focuses on the bone in his possession. She wags her tail a few times before she realizes it and instantly stills its motion. She does not wait any longer and leaps forward, aiming with her mouth wide open to catch some sort of prize.