Sun Mote Copse now it's hard to breathe

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"I will go and entertain that fellow," Wraen did not have to seek for an excuse to leave Finley and Eljay. She moved over to, where the russet-pelt kid was sharpening his teeth on the stump, what had once been a piece of antler. She leaned down and, ignoring Elfie's growls, she snatched it up, shook the fellow off and with a teasing glance challenged him to do something about it. The kid was not the one, who would give up easily. He trailed after Wraen right away, jumping up and latching on the bone again, leaving the older wolf to drag both the toy and the extra burden further away. 

Eventually dragging grew too uncomfortable to continue, therefore Wraen plopped down on her belly and with smiling eyes and wagging tail, patiently let the kid play-pounce at her paws and muzzle and endured the set of sharp teeth that were chomping on her ears and fur. Both were having a very good time together and the two adults could have a conversation in private.