Mischievous Times

Gyda's laugh was slowly becoming less puppy-like and just slightly more feminine, but that was hardly noticeable as she yelled probably loud enough to wake any other wolf sleepng in the area stinky black mud by the shore!! it was fun!! Gyda regained her footing and grinned though she needed no invitation to lovingly tackle her brother.

As she jumped at Tveir, her paws coated in the thick slimy mud, slipped out from under her causing her to fall awkwardly and belly flop just in front of both the boys with a umph the wind being knocked from her. the loss of air caused her to panic and wail as her lungs finally succeeded in gasping in more air, this though gave the boys opportunity to tackle her should they think they could hold down their muddy sibling

I pictured this with the legs