For a moment, the yearling was worried that Mojave wasn't interested in playing ... and, well, it left him feeling exceptionally foolish. God, how old was he? Thanks to the thick fur covering every inch of skin, the hot flush that he felt all over his body wasn't at all visible to his age mate. Chartreuse eyes remained wide. Hell, Alek probably would have been pouting if it weren't for the fact his lips were wrapped around a fleshy morsel. Perhaps he should just ... give up? Maybe she didn't want to--

"WHH!"

Mojave sprang forward with a swiftness Aleksei didn't expect, causing his body to lurch forward as she yanked at the venison. Oh, well that was cheeky! Spluttering a laugh into the ribcage, he tossed his own head side to side, jerking his head backwards slightly as he tried to pry the temporary toy from the tawny girl. Despite his excited play, a part of the yearling was relieved that she'd wound up being totally up for their game of tug-o'-war. To leave with his tail tucked between his legs, hot shame hanging over him, would have been humiliating.

He gave a particularly hard tug, and something in the bony morsel gave, if only slightly. Alek certainly didn't notice it, far too wrapped in this game of theirs to even give a whiff. Besides, wasn't that the point? For it to break? It was certainly getting to that point anyway -- with two wolves giving it their all to shred the morsel to pieces, it was destined to pull apart. How long would it take, though ...