WC:330
His sister knew him well, he didn’t blend in with the snow like his sister especially with his black mohawk, but he knew how to move silently and with a tree or two in the way he had the perfect advantage over her. He grinned as she fell throught the snow and surpressed another laugh as she tried to get out of her predicament, he waited as she said he shouldn’t do what he was about to do, the silence and the suspence made him love the moments like this. He didn’t have to look at what she was doing, he knew she was looking around for him. he hadn’t gotten a chance to use his stealth in play, they were normally running for their lives, thank goodness this won’t be the case from now on! He was oblivious to the other packs and any of their intentions of coarse and what went on in his own new pack was new to him as well but it felt like home already, thinking about that he sprung out from behind a tree, which Orin’s back was to it, and he tackled her face first into the snow, which dislodge her, but he was sitting on her with the side of her face in the snow, he could tell she could breath, or he would have instantly let her up at least long enough to make sure her face wasn’t entirely in the snow. He sat on her, laughing triumphantly
So who’s the boss?
He asked crossing his arms over his chest, looking like a proud wolf triumphant over a war he’d just won singlehandedly. He kept his feet on her arms and pinned her body down wit his rump, he was only slightly bigger than her, but that was because he was a male, he couldn’t give age an excuse because she was born before he was, which she always got back at him in some way or another.
