This wandering thing was pretty easy. He just had to wait for the opportune moment and slowly make his get away. Why he felt a smidge guilty for doing it again, so far he had had little repercussions. And in some way he thought it might just impress his mother, and Celandine. Not to mention the other pups of the Scowle. At times he felt his usual thoughtfulness was considered cowardice to them. What would be a better way to show them he wasn't? Besides he might just find something worth sharing. He wouldn't mind getting the others to  tag along. Following the leader. An idea that brought a satisfied smirk to his black mouth.

With his head held proudly he meandered the sandy shore. His eyes, now two different colors, hovered on the waves as they teased his toes. One such wave brushed a stick across his limb. Retrieving it, he ground it in his teeth, and than flung it. Seeing just how far he could make it fly. He kept tossing it not even realizing anyone was around.
  

The next time he grabbed the stick he made a point to get a back a little from the edge of the water before tossing it in. He didn't mind challenging himself even if it wasn't exactly a skill he should be mastering. But as he bent down,ready to retrieve it, a force struck him, sending him to the sand. OOF! A rough growl rolled from his lips as he tried to right himself but the weight of another was still there. He was expecting Sedna or Anduin but this was neither his nose told him. So where the hell had she come from? He attempted to swipe his limbs at the girl, trying to put space between them. How swiftly she claimed one of his ears, and it hurt! A sharp bark fled from his mouth. Indication she was being a bit rough, just as he used with his sister and cousins when they were figuring it all out. She just seemed thrilled to have something to play with but he wanted to keep his ear. He attempted to nip at her neck, shoulders or chest. Whatever black part he could reach to let her know if a tussle was what she wanted it was what she was gonna get.
  

The girl didn't take the hint. In fact he was starting to wonder if he'd have an ear left the way she hung on, pulling. He'd never felt pain like this. Yet he wasn't about to cry and whine. No, that surely would make this all much more worse. She'd probably laugh, or jerk harder. Besides he was not a baby any more and despite how he'd love some backup he had to rely on himself. One thing was for sure he didn't like this feeling, and if she took his ear it seemed only fair he should return the favor.Luckily he got a hold of her in turn. A good piece too. He didn't hesitate to tug harshly. Another good growl following in motion. Jerking and jerking to see if he could get her to let go of him first. Surprisingly she didn't. The girl didn't even cry to his disappointment. She rolled, trying to use her hind feet to get him off.

That didn't feel the greatest either. A grunt hit his throat and he almost lost his grip. Another swift kick, he no longer had hair in his teeth. But Vareth was a determined child, and like hell was he gonna just give up. With an idea in mind, a last resort, he plopped right down on top of her so maybe it'd be too hard for her to kick. She'd have to struggle to get up.

 "You wanta lose yer ear?"

  

He really didn't think it'd work. He thought maybe she'd see it coming and squirm away before he could. Or just give him another good whomp with her feet. His plan had actually worked! She was pinned, and caught! Wait till he told Sedna. Maybe, just maybe he could manage it again.

Her searching muzzle finally still brought him back to the present. His furrowed brows deepened. She was caught but didn't seem afraid. Now it was his turn to frown. "I'd keep it to show my sester," he answered as if it was the only thing to do with it. But playing??? "Who taw you to play like that?" He questioned in turn, his expression unchanged. Clearly he was sure they didn't have the same meaning of the word and he was perturbed.

Upon her command he jumped back, giving her a good amount of space. Though the young Archer-Lyall remained half crouched. His shoulders tucked to his neck as if she might just pounce again for round two and he would be more prepared. But he didn't want her to think he was scared so made sure to pin her with his unmatched eyes. "You a willow wolf?" He hadn't exactly analyzed her scent in the middle of their "play" and he wasn't sure where else she could have come from.