Her lady-like impersonation was really cute, and it really had the opposite effect she meant it to. Flicka looked adorable with that pretend judgmental face on his small, puppy features. Nootau’s smile grew when she lost her pretend age and became a little pup again with her eyes sparkling with playfulness. He laughed when she was distracted by his tail. He was a lot like this still; he couldn’t hold his focus on one thing for very long. It was surprisingly easy to distract Nootau, and he’d lost a lot of prey because of it if anyone where to have been constantly watching him. He wouldn’t know it though, because when his attention was diverted from hunting he usually forgot that was what he was doing when he bounded away from prey to check out whatever had caught his eye.

Maybe that was another reason why he had grown so skinny in winter; prey was hard to find, and the prey he did find, he usually was distracted long enough for the prey to disappear. Living in a pack again, though, had done much for his weight and he was healthy again. He was growing up fast now, too. He was wider in the chest than when Isola had picked up just before spring, and his coat was becoming glossier and slowly losing that puppy velvetiness. Still, his had more to grow before he was an adult, which was given away by his large, puppy paws and ears that still seemed a bit too large for his head.

Nootau playfully moved his tail out of the reach of Flicka’s puppy teeth. He barked happily as he taunted her with it by waving it just in front her before lifting it away before she could get a hold of it. Nootau tilted his head in surprise at Flicka’s words. And he was distracted away from their game a moment. Was she Godric’s pup? The wolf had saved Nootau’s life earlier that fall from Tobias and Devlin when he had attempted to save that female wolf and her pups. Nootau grinned brightly and told her, “Betcha he won’t be able to teach you how to catch my tail.”

Nootau growled playfully at her and twirled his back end away from her pounce. He bowed at her with the evil snake waving in the air behind him. He pounced at her gently, careful not to hurt her since she was significantly smaller than him. He intended to trap her underneath his forepaws and hold her down for a few moments before he would let her up. Maybe he would taunt her a bit by putting his jaws around her paws (but not biting or putting any pressure down on them at all) and growling at her good naturedly.