Swiftcurrent Creek Peanut butter and jealous

I'm going to hold off on posting again until someone else has a chance to pop in here. If no one shows up within the next day or so, all bets are off, though. ;)

The stranger suddenly snatched the tail from atop his paws. Another child might have been indignant, yet Relonikiv only saw it as further invitation to play this joyful game. He giggled, admiring the adult's cleverness and speed, then pounced toward him in an effort to reach up and grab the dangling tail. That was when the older wolf tossed it out of both their reaches.

Without giving it a single thought, the pup raced after it, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste. He was beginning to forget his cold, wet coat. Playing like this was helping keep him warm. With a yip of triumph, he pounced on the fluffy object. Relonikiv swung his head up into the air and began to dance around with it clutched in his mouth, though he paused when he saw his new playmate coming toward him.

He ducked into a playful bow, only to rise again a split second later and begin dancing out of reach. His blue eyes glowed with mirth and he laughed, the sound muffled by the tail. Now he was luring the adult away from the dangers Swiftcurrent Creek posed and putting himself further and further out of reach of his pack's protection.

He was far too young to know any of that. There was absolutely no fear or suspicion in Relonikiv's innocent little heart as he tossed the tail into the air and tried to catch it, only for it to hit him right in the face. He laughed and laughed.