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thorn could anticipate many things, but he was not ready for the she-wolf to suddenly halt in her tracks. like a train loosened from its tracks, thorn went tearing past, careening as a victim by his own mighty momentum.

it took several feet before his balance was regained, and he spun around, shooting a playful yet accusatory glance towards the female that had nimbly outwitted and outmaneuvered him. placing both thick paws in front of him, thorn arched his spine in a lumbering play-bow, his tail waving widely above his square haunches as he dared her to come hither and make the first move.

in this way, they played for several minutes -- when at last both had their energy spent they cheerily made for the creek to sup their thirst, and perhaps plan a hunt for later.