Lost Creek Hollow You are one of them, everything but femme

Nunataq was not overly picky, when it came to playing games and sticking to the rules. She would have taken, whatever Malice would have given her - be it an unevenly matched tug-o-war or the adult letting the teenager win easily. If we compare the game to a cake, then victory was just a cherry on top, which did not change the overall quality of the baked good.

But - maybe - Malice should not have underestimated the zeal of the brown cub, because she tugged with all her might, kicking up dirt, as her paws dug in the ground, growling and splattering sticky saliva everywhere, when she either jerked or shook (whichever was convenient at that given moment) her head in another attempt to free the bone from her opponent's grasp.

Were Nuna to succeed, she would fall backwards and lose the grip on the bone anyway.

They would have played a little longer, were it not for Indra, who called Nunataq for lunch.