Takes two to play together

Motif's tail would sway teasingly behind her and her head would lower to the earth. Her ears would flicker and she would softly jerk her head, an invitation, daring him to come her way. He would do just that, his strong paws beating across the earth but Motif loved to dance, to play and agility was her fortay. She would bound to the side as he came at her, her body twirling as she moved about him, to come against his side and she would throw her weight forward to tackle him. Her aim was to knock him over so that she could proceed to tickle his chest and nuzzle against his side and reign victorioes above all.



It was perhaps fair to say that some wolves simply did not grow up and Motif had no intention of letting her brother become serious and old. For as long as she was around she would remind him of his youth and his love to tease and play.

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