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Creamy digits would flick upwards, stretching outward to grabble more keenly at the air whistling through the interspaces, before they crunched together when that associated paw would drum the earth with a purposeful fever. It stirred the most primal of instincts within his furry chest, rippled his coat with raw magnetism and surcharged his muscle with pure vitality. It stirred an excitement within him, born of confidence that advertised itself in the very play of his muscle and that life coursed through his veins with an ecstasy so great it threatened to tear him asunder.

The wraith flash of ivory warning ahead was what bid his limbs to churn so sharply, stealing him across ground and log, flying along with a fluidity that never belied the essence of his origins – but virtually silent in these motions nonetheless. Leap by leap the vigour of his self flashed forward as the rabbit sped on, spurned by its intolerable pursuer and blinded by the apparition of ill-breeding terror. The weave of the lapin's steadfast path did not even slow those consuming motions of the male, cruelly easy in their action, minimising the expenditure of his energy.

A cry, resembling that of a terror curdled scream, would punctuate the air's silence the second the male's forepaw reached eagerly forward to clip the hind legs of the prey. Its quarters would throw themselves away in a forced-swing to the side, making the movement look like a spirited buck had the wolf not been at its trail end. But even as its adrenaline-fuelled bounds resumed normal play, the argumentative gaze of Hawkspur had already sought another target – unintentional as it had been. The rabbit forgotten from beneath his charcoal nose, limbs would suddenly flail out in a composed slowing whilst the roll of his bi-toned eyes never fell from the lone wolf having scaled the tops of the flanking peak.

In moments of considered repose, the arch of the Ahtono’e's saddleback would stretch upward, his neck majestically arching to bring the nestled spiny plush of his hackles jutting forward to catch the dancing illume. His limbs would encompass the fine motions of a prance, displaying the thick knots of his sinew beneath a glossy coat and a creamy-undersided tail would flag the air quite proudly behind him. Hawkspur was to scale the distance in this manner, demonstrating the vigour of his youth and the pride of his heritage as yellowing fangs would streak quite playfully across the curve of the other male's haunch the moment the opporunity present itself.

He would then dance away, snorting through the flare of his nostrils, throwing his ears forward in an eager preen. Spirited in the very actions and expectant of Kuruk nonetheless.

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WLC! — 100

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Sadly, the ebony jaws of the older Kuruk didn't close eagerly around the bait Hawk had dangled before him on a toothy hook and for that there were the faint edges of stillness creeping into the raise and fall, swing and sway of his prancing paws. Yet, not even to keep him from cavorting on the hillside in this invigorated manner. The slightest response that the fellow Ahtono’e gave in way of a tilt of his headpiece and the flirtatious prick of his ears would only accentuate the rumbling growl rattling in Hawkspur's chest and his tail would flag higher, higher still to express his eagerness at getting the other to play.

“Hello, Hawkspur. What brings you all the way up here?” If anything was to still his blurring grey and cream limbs it only had to be that. From the flashing coiled motions of his previous dance the boy was alarming placid in a spilt second. His ears flapped forward in a coca-lashed preen and his eyes quirked his expression into a coy knowing look, his gaze intensely locked with the other and a small smile played across his lips quietly. "To see you of course, honey."

Then a flicker of concern was to make itself known across his ruggedly handsome façade. "Why? Aren't you happy to see me?"

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WLC! — 100

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Considering the unsavoury association Hawkspur had with Kuruk's brother-figure, Rowtag, it was a wonder at all that the darker of the two even tolerated his presence. But, where a vast difference in personalities normally would pay a key factor in the clashing of wolves, it was turned upon its head with these two and worked to give them a dynamic that could almost be classed as friendship. Hawkspur, with his flirty and playful ways, would goad the older male to trying to take the bait – in which on most occasions Kuruk resisted – but was ever careful to watch for the signs when razored teeth would be flung in his direction for a clear-cut sign that he should back-off his fevered attempts.

Surprisingly, however, the Ahtono'e relented his normally resistive form and his posture sagged visibly with the intention of such. Hawk's façade was a picture, curiously perching on the edge of success, much like an anticipating child did, but ever wary that the male could be twisting his tease back on him. "There is no greater pleasure that to spy on your pretty blue eyes, my Darling." The shadow was by his earth-toned flank in a matter of moments with a swift punch to his sturdy shoulder to emphasis the flying movement. His muzzle lifted a touch as he snorted indignantly, peeling his lips back and feigning nips at Kuruk's shoulder. He squeeled softly through the ease of his exhales, lifting alternate forelimbs in a restrained dance but never moving away from the close proximity of his tribe mate.

He soon tilted his proud head toward the warmth of Kuruk's breath as the dark hairs of his maw teased against the chaste area of his auditory cone, proving he was eager if anything to hear what Kuruk had to whisper to him – like lovers would often breathily do. "If we’re going to announce ourselves as a couple now then you must know that I insist on being the man of the relationship. I’m sure you can handle the girly duties."

This time the cinnamon tinctured Ahtono'e threw his head up in the air, grunting heavily from the depths of his chest and rolling his mismatched eyes back into his lovely head. His tail would beat the air and the fever of his drumming limbs would increase in their rhymthic intensity. "Pft!" He hissed through playfully clenched teeth. But, Kuruk was no longer the partner at his side – instead dancing away from him up the edges of the hill. Hawkspur spun around and called out in the deep marring tones of his baritone chords, "I'm too sexy to be the girl. No one would believe it."

Then as if to prove his point, his back arched and his muzzle would find itself momentarily betwixt his forelimbs as his hind legs would strike out in an excited buck. The second the ebony of his rough pads scraped friction on the earth and Spur was away, cantering with a readied eagerness after his loving boyfriend.

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WLC! — 100

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The churn of his tri-toned limbs was absolute, creamy-white paws blurring as they struck against rock and ledge with amazing precision and never missing a step. He climbed higher after the midnight Ahtono'e, throwing his muzzle toward the disturbance of space where the other male had once been, clicking his jaws with a nip that failed to connect with any pinkie flesh of paw. Further and further the two danced up the slope in a stunning array of rippling muscle and accented vigour, purposefully keeping themselves just a little in front or just a little behind to heighten the ecstasy of their game.

Kuruk suddenly stilled on a ledge above him and cast a bluey gaze upon his form and Hawkspur too ground to a dead stop. His very bodice, each cinnamon tinctured hair standing on end, trembled visibly from the sweet anticipation of it, as a forepaw consequently suspended itself in the air. When the prey darted away another couple of feet, the smooth sinew of his frame wrinkled his mismatched pelt with a tenseness that suggested to an onlooker that he was about to chase again, but instead held it – perfectly frozen.

Then, after the Ayawamat's prancing that would've made all the females croon (especially Leoti!) he slithered onto the rough of his belly and extended a paw to bat at his streamlined pate. At its retraction, the younger of the two reared impressively onto his hind legs, expertly placing his forelimbs against the rocky face for support. His snout however, extended the full reach to nip at the rough dark pads of Kuruk's under-paw until it hit the crucial point where Hawkspur's bipedal height could no longer reach it.

But in the next instant, the earth-splattered Ahtono'e had gracefully clawed his way to that very ledge Kuruk had been using to tease him from and keenly stepped his forelegs over the arch of the male's back, effectively standing over him. His ear would find itself lightly between Hawk's teeth – although there was a distinct temptation to bite down, but he (somehow) resisted – before, he added in response, "And I caught you alright, cootie-face."

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WLC! — 100

Beneath his stocky autumnal frame he could feel the subtle friction of Kuruk's coarse pelt tugging against the underside of his belly, as the sinewy movement of the Ayawamat's back shifted up and back in his playful action. It was moments later that the feathered pepper of his breast was teased by the seeking teeth of his boyfriend in a way that females would often use to assault his physical senses. But no shiver of delight would embroil the lengthy rollercoaster of his spine. Instead, a sarcastically founded grin would traverse the span of his leathern lips, interrupted only by the velvet triangle of Kuruk's lightly-coloured ear in his jowls.

"Only because I’m afraid that if I made you play hard to get too much you’d stop chasing, my Dear." The Neve'heth male swallowed a hearty chuckle from erupting in his silky chords and presently released the Ahtono'e's from the prison of his muzzle. From here he let the trail of his nipping teeth take him from the shorter hair of his ebony crown down to the thick brush of his flattened hackles, where as much time as Hawkspur pleased was spent teasing out the pink of his skin in careful clips of his blunter fore-teeth. When he'd satisfied the area to his own liking, his position shifted so that the brush of his cheek would mingle with the dark of Kuruk's own. "As if I ever would."

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WLC! — 100

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It wasn't long before the associated feel of Kuruk's form lazing beneath him was drawn out to an absence in that space, making it so that eyes of a varied hue had to rise to settle on his handsomely dark features again. The caress of his sweeping plume on the still air was slow and precise, ears trained forward and the very contours of his face framing an expectant mask as if he somehow knew that their play was too be cut short by the pressing concerns of his fellow Ahtono'e. Had Hawkspur realised that these concerns where involved primarily with Seot'a and not Leoti, he might not have agreed so fast to cease their time together. As it was, he had matters of his own to attend to that obviously Kuruk wasn't going to help him ignore any longer.

Rolling his chocolate splattered shoulders upward in a shrug, he looked away, twisting the lines of his mouth into a quiet purse as if contemplating something. Eventually, he would stir from his contemplative reverie and move toward Rowtag's soul brother, delivering one last swift nip to his ample shoulder. "See, this is why you should've been the girl. You're always being a pansy-ass and wreaking my fun." A further nudge from the bridge of his nose knocked gently against his companion's shoulder to denote the official bearing they were now to undertake—in the form of being guard dogs—before he strode off, leaping gracefully down the side of their play area and with silent beckoning to his lady-friend to follow.

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WLC! — 100