Wapun Meadow scared money can't win and a worried man can't love

the male was unsure how his sudden movement would have been received, but it appeared he need not fret, for the female responded with her own playful maneuver. jol ichaak lowered his muzzle into the snow with a loud huff in rejoinder to her chuff, and with a light growl, he snapped at the snow and suddenly turned tail at a scampering gallop with his long tail streaming wildly behind him.

he bobbed and weaved not unlike a startled hare, his muzzle low to the ground as he sought something - a stick, a rock -- anything -- and his gait slowed as he came upon a brittle two foot long stick cast from the cottonwood. he scooped the thing up delightedly in his jaws and tilted his muzzle back to carry it, parading proudly back to the female with a gentle wag of his tail.