Moonspear the puppet show

Bronco's attention was focused mainly on the stick he was chewing, purposefully crunching through it as loudly as he possibly could so that he could entire the two kids out from under the tree they huddled beneath. They looked a bit chilly, pressed together there, but he figured if he could get them engaged they'd forget how cold and miserable the rain was and come out to play with him. They'd have to learn eventually that movement meant warmth- winter would be upon them before long, and they'd have a whole new concept of what it meant to be cold and miserable. 

He could feel the stare he was being given by the kids, who regarded the stick with envy, and he was surprised when the darker child burst forth from his hiding spot, making a beeline for the stick that Bronco was chewing on. He grinned, but kept his grip on the stick, lifting it up so that it was just within reach, and so that he could use his height and weight to more or less drag the kid around. He uttered a soft, inviting growl and crouched, giving a tug on the stick to see how much gumption the boy had, his tail waving in a friendly sway behind him.