I Need A Gun to Keep Myself From Harm

*Aranea* · (This post was last modified: 10-03-2017, 02:31 PM by Aranea.)

Having been feeling down and slightly depressed lately, Aranea walked at ease with a low head and ears. And Tyranis, probably definitely noticing this wouldn't hesitate to try and cheer her up, despite his sometimes cold tones and outbursts.

As his paw hit her shoulder, she would nearly fall over but wouldn't be angry in the slightest. "Hey!" She would shout with a few giggles to add and wouldn't waste any time to bolt after him. It hadn't been long, but she too was at a loss with friends and fun. She used to love messing with the younger pups of her pack like they were her little pets. And she wouldn't treat him any differently.

He was much taller than her, so her thin and sleek body didn't have too much trouble catching up with him. They were still young and his legs were kind of lanky, he had only a little more to grow into, so it was still a fair fight. When she felt close enough, almost like hunting a deer or antelope, she would leap at his hind quarters and try to make him stumble. (If succeeded:) Tumbling down with him, she would quickly hop to her feet and put her two front paws on each side of his shoulders on the ground next to him. Nose to nose and quick breaths, she grinned greatly at him, her old sad expression now a thing of the past. "Tag, you're it." And would hop off him out of breath and would trot and jump around only trying to avoid him "tagging" her back instead of running.

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