Run fast. Run hard. Run fast. Run hard. Go go go go don't stop get your enemy. Storm didn't let the tip of a tail disappear from his sight behind masses of gray fur, and he kept running faster and faster. He let leaped and chomped down as hard as he could, when he felt a sudden sharp pain in his tail. "Hey! Sand, don't bite me! We were done play fighting I thought!" He yowled, muffled by the tail in his mouth. "What? I didn't?" His brother blinked, and a sudden wave of realization hit the little gray pup. "Oh. Well, I STILL GOT IT!" He said, still muffled by his own tail in his mouth. Although...Now he was stuck in a kinda awkward position? And also his side kinda started to hurted because he was in a ball on the floor somehow. Hm. Weird. How did that happen?
It's been moons of vicious training, and Storm's been top of his litter, graduating first and proving to be one of the strongest and fastest wolves in the whole entire pack! No, okay, so that wasn't true, but it WILL be soon! He'd be so so awesome. Maybe even taking Aspen's role one day!