Meadowlark Prairie twinkle toes

Sorry for the wait! Have some silly Moy <3

---

Moy bit her lip to stop from laughing, her canine tooth poking out from the corner of her mouth. She almost felt bad for teasing the poor male but there wasn’t any malice in her mischief; she just wanted to have a little bit of fun.

To that end, Moy stretched and pressed her chest to the earth. The tip of her tail waved above the stalks like a black-tipped plume of grass seeds, a clear gesture of “Look at me! Look at me! Aren’t I interesting?” No wolf could ignore such a curious sight, no matter the sniffles in his nose!

Moy snorted into her paws and listened for approaching pawsteps. If the male came within a tail’s length of her, she intended to dart to the left and bound past him; maybe she could provoke him into a game of chase! Or some sort of game anyway, if he was too under the weather to run gaily through the meadow grass.