TAG YOURE IT
03-03-2016, 01:42 AM
Walk | Talk | Think Oh, Sol was putting up a good fight. Gale trailed after him, weaving a path that followed closely behind him, and with each stretch of her smaller gait she gained ground. Little more, she thought, little more and I've got him. And, sure enough, she did. She touched his shoulder with her muzzle, a soft nudge to signify her tag, and laughed aloud, brightly and victoriously. "Can't outrun the wind," she taunted gleefully, slowing enough even to prance as she walked. They were all family; she could get away with basking in her success a bit. But not for too long. Already her pale eyes were on the lookout for a new target, and a quick scan of the remaining wolves singled out one of two wolves. "Oh, Rocky," Gale called out, dragging out the words in a singsong manner. "Better move fast!" Finally giving in to her natural urge to chase, the grey and lavender wolf sprinted for her earthy-toned brother. |
