Titania closed in to nip, and as she did so successfully her Epsilon barked and bowed, and Titania beat the ground with her paws in front of her and play-bowed back, her rump waggling almost as wildly as Ciara's tail. Then she lunged, faking forward, but when her forepaws hit the earth she pushed herself back, spun around and bounded away. But Ciara caught her with a snap to the flank, and it poked a spot of her rips that tickled and she let out an explosion of laughter. Playfully, she collapsed to the ground and rolled over as Ciara ran off.
Rolling back to her belly her head popped up over the dandelions and her yellow eyes peered out at Ciara, who was awaiting her pursuit. Well, she wasn't about to let her prey get away that easily! Springing back to her paws, Titania was in motion again, barreling toward Ciara. If the wolfess doesn't move she will bowl right into her with little remorse!
As her tongue lolled out of the right side of her mouth, Titania had completely forgotten about the ills of the past – the offense that she had thought had been done against her, the offense she thought Ciara did despite the innocence of it all. Such was the blessing of youth, and the blessing of pack. It was possible to forgive.
“If you don't run like a hare,” she threatened playfully as she darted toward Ciara, “I'll chew on you like one!”
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