As much as Arturio might have once been told he was too old for this, his sister would have definitely thought differently. Honestly, the white brute knew there were times and places to be serious. He no longer held any significant role of importance. He was just a wandering warrior, doing right in the world. Today, the 'do right' was a simple game with someone old enough to be his daughter. Hearty laughter escaped him as their game continued. He would gladly admit he wasn't trying very hard. After all, who tells someone not fully grown that they aren't trying? It ruins both the fun and a bit of their youth. The world wasn't perfect, Art knew. He was a result of that imperfection... But he wouldn't let it ruin the fun for someone else.The white giant firmly believed everyone came into their own regarding the world in their own time, and you couldn't force it.

His fluffy tail waved back and forth as he barked playfully at her. Though even in playfulness, Arturio had a booming voice. Another chuckle as she danced away from him and came zooming pack. The wolf assumed a playful position as she came towards him yapping, rear in the air and legs forward with an excited bark of his own before chasing after her at a rather low speed, even for him. It was just a perfect afternoon! Best to extend the game as long as possible. He followed her around the rock, knowing at this rate, she might catch up from behind him. He was almost counting on it. Art pretended to not notice her getting nearer and nearer to his tail as they ran about the rock with glee. Until, he took a solid leap forward and whipped around, hoping to catch Masque off guard, but again not really trying to make her 'it' either.