Moonspear cool for cats

Hearing the word repeated back released any doubts he might have had. Gannet invited him to play (spar was much too harsh a word for Dune's antics), and the white wolf was happy to oblige. He returned the nip with one of his own, a bark forced from his lungs and his tail waving high behind him. His feet bounced this way and that as he spun around for a full three-sixty, landing with a thump in front of Gannet.

Dune was not sure how sturdy his leg was just yet, but since Gannet had incited the play session, he figured it couldn't be that awful. Still, he was gentle, letting his friend(!) decide the amount of physical contact he wanted to endure.