Summer just isn't my season

Renhett had spoken to confirm that in her travels she had never come across a two leg, mentioning that there were extinct. It was a shame then that a species so great and could construct this magnificent dwelling could drive itself to ruin. However that had been when they were around, all that remained were the wolves as the dominant species in the land. Their own daily battles and wars, Nako leaning down to sniff at a scroll that was held open with spread paws. He couldn't read them, Renhett couldn't read them, Nako laminating such a loss of knowledge and information that was so close but so far away. Right at the tip of his paws there were secrets, if there was an old wolf somewhere... no. Wishfull thinking wouldn't help here in this part of the castle.

Renhett then nipped his flank, Nako being drawn back out of his idle musings to watch her sprint around the bookcase. His good ear heard her taking a lap around the shelves, Renhett appearing on the other side in a play bow. Nako could play, the grey male eyeing the door before jumping off the bed and barking for Renhett to follow. He wouldn't be the chaser, oh no, she would have to hunt him down in the castle. At the pace he was going though it wouldn't be to hard for her to keep up. His white paws beat across the stone tiles and with a bound he took off up the staircase. Renhett was hopefully following all right, even as he began to sprint down the second levels hallway. The door at the end was open, and although he didn't intentionally mean to corner himself Nako ran into the room anyways and whirled around to catch his breath, waiting for the she wolf to arrive and conclude their chase.