Lost Creek Hollow Pickled Hot Peppers

He managed to wrap his jaws firmly around the opposite end of the branch and sunk his teeth into the tree's soft flesh. His eyes danced with a grin that he couldn't quite express with his mouth, as it was currently occupied. Nuna displayed her approval of this impromptu game with a look that spoke volumes, and Breccan dug his feet into the ground to act as an anchor as she gave a hearty yank.

Her pull was strong enough to jerk his shoulders forward, and, surprised, he clamped down harder with his teeth and tried to rock back on his haunches. In response to Nuna's growl, he issued a snarl of his own, sounding much more serious than he really was; a casual observer might think that the two young wolves were fighting with each other rather than playing. He tugged again, his paws seeking purchase in the dirt as he hauled backwards on the tree limb.