<font face=georgia color=446176>FROZEN MASS GRAVE.</font>

Emry misses both her paws and it dampens his spirits- but it doesn't last for long. Because before he knows it, she is jumping forward and he is almost helpless to do anything but watch. And then her jaws are closing around his scruff and she is tugging, but his body is following her and pushing up. And when he jumps at her himself, aiming to tackle her and pin her down for just a moment- he is spot on and this has him yapping out in joy and excitement. She is growling up at him and it has him wriggling on top of her before her jaws clasp gently against his shoulder. But of course when he lets her up and backs away to give a play slap against the ground- his molten gold irises are watching her closely. He is enjoying this, this time with her and this time spent playing. It is not something he has ever done before- but he likes it regardless. He still does not know her name but he is content in that.

Quicker than expected, the red fringed and chocolate and creme hued girl is then darting to the side and he is avidly turning to watch her. Emry does not wish to lose sight of her, but he doesn't think she'll actually go anywhere any time soon. Or so so he hopes, at least. The boy of silver and obsidian watches and listens as she yips and begins to run away and he's returning her yip just a tad louder. He wastes no time in going after her, his steps long and powerful with his ever growing limbs and thus far slender muscle. He is a gangly pup still, merely half the height he will be- but he is filling out regardless. And he is slowly becoming more and more graceful with time- but of course has his occasional awkward moments. But now is not the time for such things, as he has no interest in stumbling in front of this lovely stranger. He wanted to make her like him, to make her want to be around him.

And then she is veering away from the water and he is right on her heels. And before he knows it, she is turning around and catching him completely off guard. She's snapping at him and he's quite unable to move away at all. Which allows her to grasp her jaws around his shoulder, but he doesn't whine or struggle. Instead, he pushes into her grip in hopes of perhaps bowling her over again, and if he succeeds- he would continue his momentum so that they rolled and tumbled with one another. He wasn't aiming to pin her down again, but simply to wrestle with her and perhaps close his own jaws around her leg or shoulder to gently mouth against her flesh. Afterward, he's releasing her and then nuzzling against whatever part of her was closest to him. Several yaps are following the gesture and then he is pulling away completely and bouncing backward a foot, prancing on overly large paws as he lets loose several more barks her way.

He is full of energy and it seems unwavering. He doesn't want or plan to stop anytime soon- but if she so wished it he would comply. His tongue is hanging out the side of his mouth with his exertion and his breath is coming only slightly heavy. It is quite possible that he could play with her like this forever- his liquid gold flecked with crimson gaze locked on her own icey one, ready for anything she might throw at him- anything at all.

E M R Y
male - one - no ones love - no ones soul - diveen

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