Whitefish River I Think It's Time

He spoke a lot of garble.
She thought for a few moments.
So, food came from things which she had to play to get? Sounded fun!
His nose nudged her, warm and encouraging.

Her tail wagged as she followed him, practically jumping up him.
Food!
Then, he hunkered down, so Ryn mimicked him, looking at the thing on the rock.
Her head tilted, thinking.
"Mouse," she repeated. It looked fluffy.

Then, with a terrifying burst of speed, he launched towards the mouse and Ryn went tumbling backwards, shocked at the sudden movement. She wasn't expecting that.
Her heart thundered, but he invited her closer.
The mouse? Under his paw.

Ryn stood and crept closer, unsure of these new sudden movements.
She put her nose to it, causing it to squeal in fear and probably fury. Fun!
Her little jaws opened and tried to pry around Howl's paw, but when that didn't work she went to the side, nose poking into the brown lump of fluff that was apparently food.