Sleepy Fox Hollow you know sir, if you ever lose your way

He lunged toward her, and Cyclone pulled away with ease. This was play, not a fight, so there was no "winning," except maybe if he managed to steal away her antler. Not that she would be wounded in the end. She had no intentions of harming him, and based on his body language, he felt the same way. They seemed to be on the same page, which was more than she could say for most of the wolves she had met. For whatever reason, Cyclone continued to rub many wolves the wrong way (and they did the same in turn).

Rather than stick to a game of keep-away, Cyclone flung the antler to the right, then raced him toward it, wondering if he would be quick enough to snatch it from under her.