Akiko continued her hyperactive dance for a few moments, until she finally caught her tail between her jaws. Her eyes would widen on the spot, as if shocked that succeeding in her game would hurt so much. Giving a snort, her ears pinned tightly against her head, she let go of her tail and turned her gaze again to the lapine. “Sure, why not!” she responded in her usual cheerful tone, ears returning to their normal upright position. She paused, looking Arvens over for a few moments, “Oh, you can come too of course! It’s much easier to find the juicy ones if you work in a team!” and with those words at least one of her natural instincts was shown, she was a team player and even though she’d had little interaction with other wolves growing up, she preferred not to be alone. She would turn to anyone for a friend and could easily consider them her pack mate. It was the squirrel that caught her ear next and she shifted to glance at him again.
At Stripetail’s words the wolf felt a grin spread across her muzzle and her tail was lifted upright, swaying to and fro at his suggestion. “Yea! Let’s play! Then we can go search for some snacks!” Her tone rarely seemed to change from the playful voice she was using at the moment. If it ever did, she would surely never let anyone know this. Appearing to forget that the rabbit still sat upon her back, she lowered into a play bow again, muscles flexing as she kept her eyes locked on the squirrel...and the stick he held in his claws. The second he threw it, she lunged up, turning sharply and racing after the stick. Unless Arvens would decide to jump off, he would probably get taken along with her for a wild ride. A playful growl was heard as she ran, her paws sprawling out in front of her, and it wasn’t long before she had caught up with the stick. She clamped it tightly in her jaws and came racing towards the squirrel again.
Although the wolf would know little of how humans played this very same game with her cousins, she found it quite fun. She found it a shame for just her to be the one to get to chase this little toy, so as soon as she arrived in front of the squirrel again, forepaws lifting in her little dance, she dropped it at his paws, “That was really fun! How about I throw it for you this time?” she suggested, and only now did she remember the lapine on her back, looking around she would turn to see where he’d gotten to or if in fact he was still clinging to her fur. Perhaps she was amusement to these little herbivores, and if she was she probably wouldn’t mind in the least. They tolerated her, didn’t laugh at her, and even played with her...and for that she considered them long term and great friends already. She was sure that the wolves she’d met a few days ago would think her insane for how she acted now, they already found her strange for the way that she thought about things. She even found herself questioning if the deer herd she’d stayed with would find this interaction odd. For some reason, although these thoughts came to her, it didn’t seem to matter much...the idea of asking these creatures to start a pack even teased at her mind this moment, although she hesitated on asking this for now.