get your mit, we're playing catch, dammit

With his father's approval received, Deus' tail thumping down upon the den floor was becoming loud enough that surely someone would wake soon, and they couldn't have that. He reluctantly released the leg as Pyrrhic directed their plans to be made outside, and then resumed his extra-careful stealthy ninja footsteps until he'd crossed out from the mouth of the den. Once a safe distance away, he glanced behind him to make sure his dad was following and then began to bounce up and down as his boundless energy manifested itself. "What can we do?! What can we do?!" The pup asked excitedly, already imagining how much better at pranking his father must be in his old age. "We could... we could.." He spun in circles, gaze roaming around the territory for ideas. "We could put something in her bed, or paint a dot on her forehead, or, or..." SO many ideas, little Deus was ripe to explode for the third time today.



"Speech"