Wapun Meadow Footfalls and flowers

He took a playful nip, biting at the air the females paw occupied a moment before. pretty? He raised a brow at her choice of words, letting out a small chuckle. All the while she was bombarding him with a flower. He lowered himself to the ground, his paws stretching out before him inching closer to her. He made another playful bite toward her, his tail giving a flicker through the grass behind his frame. I'm only pretty when I get my beauty sleep. Now that they'd stopped running like maniacs, the familiar scent of swift current wolves reached him. The thought of mentioning pack allegiances flashed through his mind but was quickly dismissed, it didn't matter right now, did it? He shuffled about in the grass, letting out a playful grumble as he once more made a faux bite at the female. Actions Speech thoughts