feeling my age

Haiku found another target for his mischief and play, and bounded towards her with a wiggle in his step. He recognised the form of his Grandmother as he approached. She was a distinct, imposing figure streaked through with silver like the stars. She was the oldest wolf that he had ever met, and for someone who was under a year, everyone was much older then him, so that was saying something!

He knew not to pounce on her roughly, so as he approached he gave his butt a wiggle, and gently pounced her tail, trapping it beneath his body. Of course, he was still small enough that his entire body could fit on the other wolf's tail. His own wiggling behind him, he rested his paws, and then his head on her rump. “Auntie Motif said you're the ex-purt on catching Sal-sal-mon… water bugs. Is that true Grammy?” he asked.