Blacktail Deer Plateau Washing what you know out to sea

it is a little strange for dauntless to be playing chase with a stranger but he supposes there's no harm in it and dispels the thought. his ears cup forth, contemplative, as she suggests that they make it more 'realistic' by adding an additional element to it. "hold on. wait right here," dauntless tells her — not that he necessarily expects her to go anywhere — and he departs in search of something that might work for their cause. a bone might be better but it wasn't as if they just had bones lying about — he had one he'd been worrying lately in the den but that would take too long to go and retrieve so he settles for a medium sized stick. it's lightweight and fits betwixt his jaws without leaving too much stick on either side to get caught on anything. optimal running stick, he thinks with satisfaction as he lopes back to where he left wraen. he draws closer to her than he had last time to deposit the stick at her paws and takes a step back, his salmon pink tongue drawing across his jowls, the lingering taste of the wood and dirt lingering upon his tongue. "it's the best i could find on short notice," he says the last two words teasingly. "if you visit again i promise i'll be better prepared." a grin splits his muzzle as he speaks though he inherently isn't sure if he'd see her again. it depended, he considered, on whether she was ever this way again or likewise if he was ever her way.