Lost Creek Hollow A hollow place

Now this was something that Stormpup could do. 

She bowed to him, initiating play. He had only experienced some play fighting with Shadowpup. It was nothing that would shape him, of course. They were much too young to take interest in fighting and defending. 

Stormpup curled his lip and growled. The young wolf circled halfway, paused, and then switched directions. His eyes were trained on her before he jumped forward and aimed his clumsy paws for her figure.