Breezevale:
"I got it, I–" Thaw leaped into the air and landed hard in the flattened grass, large front paws pinning something that squeaked, "–got it!!!" He said excitedly, his voice a soft rumble.
Pyracantha sighed in annoyance, laying with her head resting on her paws on a flat rock a few feet from him, "Oh yes, just like the last five times you've had it..." She drawled.
Thaw put his muzzle to his paws, ready to snap up the little rodent wiggling under his paws. "No, I really got it this time!" He said a bit poutingly, then slowly lifted his right paw as he moved his muzzle in. Thaw lunged forward to grab the rodent as it squiggled out and darted away through the grass, but he tripped over his own paws and did a face plant, sprawling on the ground.
Pyra broke out in raucous laughter, rolling on her side and kicking her feet around as she cackled.
Thaw lifted himself from the dirt and stumbled disoriented, shook the bits of grass and dirt from his reddish coat, sneezed, and looked disappointedly at Pyra, "Well, I had it..."
Pyra pulled herself together and stopped laughing at him, rolling back onto her paws and standing. "Ah hah, you had it, and now you don't. Give it up, you're too slow." She replied dryly, then looked across the tall grasses to where she could see their alpha, Blaze with a large male she didn't recognize, "Thaw, follow me."
"Why?" Thaw asked, tilting his head, but he started following her anyway.
They walked back to the camp, and looked out to where Blaze and the stranger were, wondering what was going on.