Emberwood Birds of a feather flocked together

The coywolf performed a spinning jump to face the sound of laughter, and then wheeled back several steps when the two siblings burst from the brush. He flashed his teeth at the girl, but of course, fluffy rabbit fur concealed this from view. His gaze swung between the two of them, and he regarded the pair, stiff-legged and narrow-eyed.

Wagging tails made his own spin against his hocks in confused agreement — yes, we are all friends, here. But at the same time, the demanding body language caused Dusty Rose to bristle. They wanted to play with his toy. Not that he'd meant to keep it in the first place, but he certainly hadn't meant it for them.

He took another nervous step back, shifting the rabbit in his jaws. It started to kick again, jarring him into action. He chomped down, accidentally killing it, and y'know? Maybe he wasn't ready to go play with the kids, anyway.

The coywolf tossed the rabbit high in the air between them and stood still for half a second to watch it arc skyward. Then he rushed forward, aiming to be the one to catch it. A familiar game from his own childhood — but did the siblings play keep-away?