Hideaway Strath all of us speak with different tongues

i think we could probably wrap this up with your post? :0

He does not correct his mistake. At least, not fully. He lunges for the bone at the same time that Molly does and each of them grasp an end of it. Roarke’s jaws clamp down upon his end, teeth scraping against the bone as he refuses to relent. It was his! He had it first! He levels a stare at her across the bone realizing that if he was going to start a bone collection that he would have to hide it from his other siblings. Else he might return to the den to find them stolen or chewed — his thoughts are cut short as Molly begins to tug on her end. Roarke steels his shoulders and tugs on his own end, small growls tearing from his throat as he digs his back paws into the dirt and gives his head a shake in an attempt to dispel her grasp. Molly is relentless, though, and he thinks that if she wants his seconds that she might as well have them because he can just go get a new bone. He releases the bone with abruptness, letting it slip from betwixt his lips and allows her the victory of it. His tail gives a wag before he pokes his nose into the corner of Arturo’s mouth causing the coy wolf to let out a strangled noise of surprise. The gangster mutters something to Roarke (but the boy was hardly paying any attention) before nosing him a new bone and with a small noise of content Roarke picks it up with a wag to his tail and trots back over and plops down, one paw on his new prize as he starts to worry the yet unmarred bone, sparing Molly a glimpse to make sure she had no designs of stealing this one from him as well.