Firefly Glen Coming?

Luhtar laughed, booming, as the two of them rolled through the snow. Like a couple of young nuisances, bumbling young pups out to bother their mother like a plague of fleas.

As he launched his fury of assaults upon the golden Galen, his tail wags up a storm; left and right, right and left, fast and strong enough to knock a tree from its roots. He allowed himself to be rolled through the thick cold, momentarily unseated by his friend's attempts.

It didn't take the pudgy wolf long to retaliate. Kicking up off the ground and barreling into Galen once more, sending them both sprawling back into the winter snow. Biting and gnashing his teeth, feigning attack after attack at Galen.

His jaws part to deliver a mocking bite to Galen's thick scruff. "No yield! Fight!"