Don't Want No Drama

The other would explain the game, and the explanation was simple enough. You just tackled. Mieu thought it sounded a little strange. He had never played a game like that with his dad, mom, or siblings. But Rhyme looked so interested in the game that Mieu certainly wasn’t about to tell him he didn’t feel comfortable playing it. He would breathe in, bracing himself as the other boy bunched up and lunged at him.

There was a bit more force behind the tackle then Mieu was expecting from such a little pup. He would stumble back a step, grinning widely as he looked down at his new little friend. “That was a good tackle!” He would explain. His tail was wagging back and forth, excited.

So was it his turn now? He’d take a couple more steps back, rising onto her rear paws just as his friend had done. Then he would drop down, moving to tackle the pup. Of course he held back a lot of his strength -- he knew the other was smaller than him and he didn’t want to completely bowl him over or hurt him after all.