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He pale jaws closed around the end of her tail and Saul was surprised he didnt hear a yelp from his niece. She'd been so upset recently that he was glad she was regaining some of the fun and playful side that had been with her all her life. His pale paw came round to try and hook both of her back legs from underneath her, but his victory with her tail was not to be repeated with her legs. While his right paw clipped her right hind leg, she had a firm enough hold on the ground that it did little to trip her over as he'd intended. No matter, he still had her tail. He tugged backwards, careful not to pull any fur out or damage it in any way. If he did, it would be he who cleaned it up and bandage her tail so that it healed nicely. It would be aweful if he knew he'd inflicted pain on his niece. He kept his grip firm but was conscious of the fact that tails were delicate and should not be pulled on too hard.


He didnt have to worry too much about it though as Melee came crashing backwards. Her tail still in his mouth but limp and loose now she was close to him, she turn and attempted to catch his shoulder with nips and bites. Her left shoulder was parrallel to his left shoulder and as she reached over to sink her teeth into his own joint, he allowed his teeth to unclamp from her tail and quickly tried to latch onto her shoulder. Neither of them would bite hard enough to draw blood, but the connection would have been made and both of them would have been locked together like that. Of course, there was every chance his lightening strike would miss and he would catch her neck or her leg, but he didnt think so.


"Give up yet Mele's?"


He asked, using a shortened version of her name that was easier to communicate at the moment. His own tail lashed back and forward while rain drenched the both of them. Melee was always more of a physical wolf anyway and preferred to do something about a problem than talk about it. In a way, this play wrestling was Melee talking about her problems, which Saul had picked up on recently. He hoped perhaps she would open up about them, but he was never going to push her into talking. She'd already admitted what was wrong at the harvest festival which was a deep improvement on months gone by. But still, he hadn't had the chance to properly speak to her about exactly what was bothering her and maybe she would open up after they ceased their playing. He had no way of knowing.

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