Ocean's Breath Plateau Hoist the colors.

Rolayne was usually only around the densite when he was sleeping, which was not currently. He had scurried off a little bit ago in search of something to entertain him. He hadn't found much in terms of living things, but he had found an awesome stick that was just the right size to carry around in his jaws. 

He made his way back to the den area, his stick catching on shrubs while he walked. He  jerked his head to get it to release, and then kept on walking. His eyes immediately landed on the stranger at the densite. A new playmate! 

He pranced over to the stranger/new friend, his stick initially high in the air to show it off. To an adult, it was probably just a twig. But, to him, it was a mighty log! He switched from showing it off, to playing keep away as the front half of his body moved into a play bow, his tail wagging in the air behind him. He wasn't one to speak verbally, but his body language spoke volumes.