Redtail Rise I

He wanted to play? Ashlar didn't get a name from the growls, but he was quick to catch on and didn't mind that the other wouldn't speak. Instead he was captured by the prospect of a wrestle that was for pure fun. There was a touch of fear in him for a moment, as though the boy thought it might be a trick. But then his features began to glow with anticipation as he bent down and slapped his forepaws on the snow.

He let out a small sound, more bark than growl, and hopped sideways. He still wasn't sure that this was what the other wolf intended and he did not want to engage until he knew. The fights he'd seen in contests, the ones where teeth actually hurt and blood was spilled, were not something he wanted to take part in. This was something else, something he hadn't done since before Ursus, and he was overjoyed at the very chance for it.