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Ah! Hunters! he barked over his shoulder, feigning panic as he bounded across the clearing. Too quick, too clever—have mercy on an old wolf!
He slowed just enough to let Carolina nip close at his heel, hopping sideways at the last moment so that her teeth snapped at empty air. So close! he teased, his tail flagging high before dipping low again, a dark banner just within Lyric’s reach.
He gave it an extra wag—taunting, tempting—and sure enough, the boy’s green eyes locked on like a hawk. Hotah’s grin widened. You want it, little warrior? he goaded, dropping his chest low to the ground, rump in the air in a perfect play-bow. Then earn it.
With a playful growl, he lunged a few paces ahead, not too fast, not too far. He let their laughter fill the air, the sound of life and mischief echoing through the den’s edge.
Careful now! he called, glancing back with mock sternness. If you catch me—then you’re the one fetching dinner tonight!