Naaghai Lowlands hand

Candle yapped excitedly and darted forward to finally bite his face as he landed from his leap. She was mindful this time of her teeth, growling and mouthing roughly more than truly biting. Only for a moment.

Then she leapt for the mouse once again, skidding to catch it before it touched the ground.

But it was growing dark, and Candle soon became nervous. She faltered in their play to look at the sky with a plaintive whine. She did not like the dark.