I do not mind his playful touch. He does not touch in a way that is mean or harsh. In the end, I think he has a soul quite kind. I enjoy all types of souls, all types of other wolves, and I know this boy will...be a friend. I can smell the scent of Diveen on him when I grasp his scruff and when he pins me to the ground. I know that he is of this place where I was born, and I plan to figure out more about him. I think I will make sure that we spend time together in Diveen, when our parents allow, for surely his parents must keep a careful eye on him for being so young. My Father kept his blue eyes on my often when I was the age of the dark boy before me. I do not doubt he is loved by others, and if he is not? I simply cannot imagine it.

I had run, in a game of short chase. It is nice to have a reason to move your limbs, a reason driven by another. I had tempted him with yips and yaps, calls of play that no normal puppy could resist. I had turned, my body facing him suddenly as I see that he does indeed follow me. He is like my shadow, a dark figure, but mimicking my very desire to play. Yes, just as my shadow. But unlike my shadow, this boy was not harmless, touchless and soundless. He yips in return, he moves on his own in a form so similar and yet so different from my own. He is smaller, unrefined in his movements and yet I know I was just the same when I was smaller.

When I had turned, I had snapped gently at him. My surprise attack was successful, and my cream color muzzle grabbed a hold of his dark pelted shoulder with a gentle touch. His momentum does not quit though, something I sometimes forget, and his weight pushes me, causing my limbs to lose their footing on the fall-touched ground. I find that I allow my form to let to the air flow through my chocolate rust pelt, as I fall and hit the ground softly with my very own shadow, feeling his own jaws gently grasp onto my frame in play. I let go of my own grip to adjust my body, and as I do so I am surprised to find that he nuzzles into my rust and chocolate fur.

I am not completely surprised, but I was not exactly expecting a nuzzle in this moment. My mouth swings downward towards his as he nuzzle, my pink tongue flying out of my mouth to lick him one good lick before he decides to bounce backwards. I twist and let my cream colored limbs return to the ground. I hear his yaps and my energy seems to build up even more. I feel a surge, a need to dash once again and after a moment of creeping stillness, staring at him with only a wagging tail, I dash off once more, towards where we had come from. My tongue flails out of my mouth as I rush towards the water. My breath is becoming heavy, but I do not let it hinder me in the slightest. I crash into the shallow water, balls of liquid flying into the air and landing back down with a splash. My pelt has become touched with a light wetness as I spin around, a single yip ringing in the air as the drops reflect rays of golden sunlight. My paws and legs are drenched, and the top of my pelt is littered with the glitter of sweet, sweet water. My ice blue eyes keep sight on the young boy, knowing is he came, that only more fun was to be had.