Totoka River faience

They both ignored him.

“M’excuse,” Yeet said, stilling, “me! You’re supposed to do the dance with me!”

Rather than wait for a response, the cross fox darted nearer to the pair of wolves. If they didn’t want to pay him any attention, he would make himself impossible to ignore.

He planted his hindquarters at a safe distance, should the wolves try anything funny. At first, he simply sat there and stared at them, then an idea hit him.

Scooping one small paw in the snow, he used his other one to roll a snowball, which he threw with all his force at the whiter wolf while screaming, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HONEY!!!”