Shadewood Tired Eyes

Chacal stiffened in anticipation- all but her tail, of course- waiting for Valravn to make the next move. She'd initiated the game with a fentle tug, but he didn't seem to respond. Why wasn't he playing? He knew how to play tug, of course, was he just being so gentle with her that she hadn't noticed that he'd already begun to pull back on the stick? She was just about to give the stick another gentle tug when-

with a soft thump, she was pulled over onto her side when her brother hauled the stick backwards and out of her mouth. She panted in quick, short breaths as she scrambled to get to her feet and reached for the stick again- missing the first time because she was too excited to be accurate- but grabbed it on the second bounce, this time grabbing hold of the end of the stick, so that there was more than a foot of space between them. From this angle, she could see all of him, and wouldn't be tricked so easily. She hopped a couple times, bouncing her end of the stick up and down (perhaps a bid to get him to loosen his grip?) before she dipped into a play-bow, putting her centre of gravity closer to the ground should he try and give the stick another tug.