He ran around, his pale body bounding and hopping as he moved around the coyote's tree and then through the other trees. His pink tongue hung out of his mouth, his tail waving behind him. Nothing made him happier, and it was a new and almost forgotten feeling for the male. He was normally just terrified, and feeling useless or worthless. But this was just fun! The male looked back to see the yote running after him just as he hoped. He wouldn't catch him, oh no Mino was just to fast. Though the wolf wasn't traveling at the speed he would have if it was a much larger scarier beast chasing after him, Mino was still moving quickly.
Oh no no no, never ever! Eyes moved back to his path, and the male hopped over a large tree root. He stopped, turned and crouched again so that he was slightly hidden by the tree's extension. Hiding was something that he was normally good at, but instead of using the tree and hiding completely Mino rose his rose over the root, watching for his new friend to make the turn so that he could come springing out and surprise him. Oh, what a very good plan.