#play-time

4/13/22 - Play-Time

“Davis, what do you want?“ Arko asked the little Houndour while he was playing with one of his tail. “Play with me! Play with me Daddy!“ Davis giggled and bit in the tail. “OUCH! Stop biting me! I’m going to play with you. What do you want to play?“ “Catch me!“ Davis ran out of the cave. “What are you waiting? You’re too slow Daddy.“ he jumped away. Arko went slowly out and followed his little son with the eyes. After he lost him out of sight, he speeded up. “Davis, where are you?“ the Ninetales began to worry about the Houndour. Suddenly he got bitten in one of his tails and his whole fur ruffled and he looked behind himself. Davis grinned and was wagging his tail. “You’re it.“ he turned around and once again he ran away. This time Arko followed him quicker. “I’ll get you.“ the Ninetales smiled and nudged his son on his back. “Now it’s your turn to catch me.“ Then he walked slightly fast to the pond. Davis pouted one moment, but giggled on the next. He started to bite in one of Arko’s tails, but missed every time, because he moved them away slightly before the Houndour had the possibility to bite them. Though he missed every time, Davis giggled a lot had a lot of fun. All at once he stubled over a root and fell to the ground. Davis began to cry, because of that Arko turned around to him and smiled. “What happend?“ “I fell...“ he cried. Arko stroked over Davis back and lifted him up on his feet. “Don’t worry, Davis. It’ll be good.“ the Ninetales levitated a singleWill-O-Wisp in front of the Houdour, who started to laugh instantly. The Will-O-Wisp started to dance around and Davis followed it. Arko smiled and sat down, playing with the Will-O-Wisp and Davis. He wafted it right to himself and extinguished it. Davis couldn’t stop in time and tackled his Dad. “I want to play an ohter game!“ his stomach mumbled and one more time he bit in one of Arko’s tail. “I’m hungry!“ the Ninetales sighed and lifted Davis on his back. “I’ll get you something to eat, but please...stop biting my tails, that hurts!“ “But you make funny faces, when I bite you.“ the Houndour giggled and yawned. It took him about half an hour, if he finally found a little berry-tree. After he gathered some Oran Berries and feeded his son, both layed down and enjoyed the sun on their fur.

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