Sea Lion Shores i will go to my own sun

The wolf reacted exactly as Yeet predicted: he snapped at him. With a chuff of laughter, the fox sprang sprightly out of reach. The sound of teeth clicking together on thin air was always music to his ears. He laughed again, pivoting to face the wolf, eyes dancing.

“I’m only food if you can catch me,” he mocked with a few swishes of his bushy tail. “Think you can?” Yeet added with a big wink.