Mighty Paws

[Malachi]

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Mala was rather enjoying the fun she was having. The beast hadn't imagined being able to play with a pup in a while, so she was mostly glad there was no one around to tell her otherwise. Had another wolf, or worse, his mother, showed up to the scene, they probably would have had a heart attack where they stood.

She finally lifted her muzzle and stopped tickling the pup, but her laughter still continued to float in the air. "That's right, you little rascal!" Her laughter was put to a halt, as she looked at the waving of the grass in the wind, which led her to view the horizon. The sun was just beginning to set, and her stomach made a little knot. Mala knew she'd eventually have to let the pup go back home, and she'd have to pick herself up and travel again.

"How about a game of tag, hm?" She looked back down at the pup on the grass. She figured that if she wore the pup out, he'd sleep tonight and not have to worry so much about the cold that she could feel even on the grizzled tips of her fur.

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