Pointy Sticks

Kenway was sniffing about the gulley to see if any coyotes had moved in on the patch of the... vacated band they had used for fight practice. Instead, scents of strange wolves crisscrossed the area and his tail beat happily at his back. Nose to the ground, he almost ran right up the backside of the old man before the voices of girls caught his attention and he lifted his head. "Whoa where'd y'come from? Whateryerdoin? Can-I-do-it-too?" The boy didn't wait for an answer before grabbing two of the sticks and tossing one to the purple girl and taking a seat next to the pretty blue pup, sliding down on his elbows to lay next to her since he knew himself to be big and clumsy. "Y'can keep'em, I just wanna know how'ter make'em." he clarified with a thump of his tail.