Shadowwyn Moor Everything must go

Bazinga!

Breccan bolted from the reeds sooner than Nunataq was able to give him a victorious smile and let him see, how awesomely sneaky she had been. One cheeky glance over his shoulder and the game was on. She bolted after him, her stride considerably slowed and made awkward by the soft, uneven surface and shallow pools of water. But the scene of frogs scampering in every direction as the two wolves charged right through their wedding reception, made up for it.

The Frostfur boy had grown not only in size, but stamina and speed as well. It was not easy for the resident Jalapeno to catch the Cubanelle now and, when she finally managed to come so close that the pepper cadet's tail was at a deliciously biting distance, she seriously considered promoting him. But first things first...