Sleepy Fox Hollow But it only takes what it needs.

This game was only fun to Anselm as long as he was confident that A: he was winning (clearly, undoubtedly, he was) and B: his participant wasn't crying. B's results seemed shaky at best -- Anselm pulled away.

No. He said glumly, mouth still clamped down on the stick. If Siku wasn't going to be a willing subject, he'd have to find something else to capture his attention.

He placed the stick where he believed it was out of reach, turning around in a crouch. I want that tail though.

POUNCE!

Anselm's rough play was short lived - it finally occurred to him Siku did not enjoy such enterprises. With a grumble Anselm conceded, inviting Siku out to explore with him as he searched for Emmerich.