What if I pull silly faces?

“Charlie-charlie?” He said, coming to a stop behind the older wolf. His wiggly tail slowed a little, and he tilted his head. Pairing up at the wolf who he had looked up to all his life. He was already big now. It seemed like only a few days ago he was riding around on Charlie’s back. But he was probably too big for that now.

He stepped a little closer, raised a paw, and pushed Charlie’s tail. Making it swing back and forth behind the older wolf. Expecting Charlie to turn around, he pulled a face, and wiggled his head back and forth, trying to get a laugh.


"Wylan Fatalis"