Prosper growled in reply, playing along as both strafed left then right, angling the stick this way and that. Fenru wasn't certain he was going to win possession of the item, being a tad smaller than his buddy, but then... THUMP! Thud! The tawny pup shook his head as though to regain his focus after falling flat on his rump and patting the soil with his forepaws. He still felt the rough bark against the roof of his mouth, but he still used his tongue to confirm the stick was there, clamped between his teeth. His tail began to wag harder. He won... He won! However, Fen didn't have time to turn around and trot away with his prize; the young Lyall bounced back and began to tug again.
He was pulled back onto his feet, dragged a few inches from his place by Prosper's sheer strength. Okay, so maybe he didn't really win... Fen allowed his own growl to fill the air, willing himself to not let go. He then tried to plant his four small paws into the ground. It seemed to work, though it made him look quite odd with his shoulders drawn forward and his neck stretched out as far as it would go without toppling over and planting his face in the dirt.
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