Not as strong as us

“Thanks Sis” he murmured quietly, understanding that she intended to comfort him, even if she didn’t really understand herself. Still, he appreciated the attempt, and he knew his sister loved him. It was enough, and he felt some of the pain in his chest ease. He loved Asla.

It eased a little further when she fell into play with him, successfully distracting him from the troubling discovery of death. She had a funny way of tagging, kissing him on the nose, and fleeing - but not before she attempted to knock him over. It wasn’t so much her push that did it, but his overly large paws and bad balance, and he wasn’t expecting it. He stumbled, and she was off. He was laughing however, and was quick to run in pursuit of the smaller wolf.

If he caught her, he intended to kiss her on the nose, carrying on the way of ‘passing’ the tag the same way she started it.