Shadewood Tired Eyes

Appeased with the response to her plea for reassurance, Chacal's tail whipped in circles behind her as she nuzzled her nose in underneath Valravn's chin, feeling the vibrations from his growl as his breath fanned out over her gilded temple. She looked up when a hint of rain-darkened tawny entered her peripheral vision, and her brother lowered the stick to be level with her muzzle. She paused for a moment, looking to him for a moment as though to ask permission, before she smiled and crow-hopped on the spot with glee. Rather than backing off and taking the other end of it, though, she reached out with the tenderest care, and grabbed onto the stick- about an inch or two away from Valravn's muzzle, so she could look him eye to eye, and gave the stick a gentle tug.