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[ Isaac doesn't expect the wolf to actually leap at him, and he falls backward with the weight of the beast.

He growls almost on instinct, but Isaac is tired first and foremost, and keeping up with Moony all night is going to be difficult. he gives the wolf a tiny shove, even struggles under the weight, both out of playful spirit and caution. he doesn't want to mistake playfulness for aggression, and it'd be easy to do. ]

[He wiggles atop him and leans down, nipping lightly at his throat. Got you, and then he scrambles off, goes low to the ground. He's going to give Isaac a few moments-- but unless he moves, he's going to get tackled again.]

[ Isaac almost laughs at the way the wolf plays, nudging him back a little bit, glad when the weight of the wolf is off of his chest. he's sitting up slowly when he sees the way the wolf is ready to pounce again.

and Isaac waits until the last possible moment to hop up, creating a bit of intrigue at least. maybe he can wear the wolf down. it'll be getting late, soon, and Isaac's energy is going to wane. ]

[Holy shit, this is way better than Padfoot. Padfoot is clever, in a puppyish way, but there's a limit to that cleverness-- he can't jump up like that, nor dodge with any real finesse. Moony slides under Isaac, skidding to a stop, his nails leaving scratches in the floor as he scrambles and turns.

Isaac might be flagging, but Moony is the picture of energy: he pants and wiggles back into a pouncing position, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He's not going to stop, not ever, and Isaac had best just deal with that.]

[ Isaac shouldn't be flagging, but being cooped up in the ship all the time has not done his stamina any good. There's a bit of fun in this, though, a bit of danger. But he'll continue at it for some time, dodging and rolling -- even pulling a few over on the wolf, pinning him down only to dart away again.

It's better than the growling and the anger, certainly.

But after a few hours of rough housing and playing, Isaac is done, exhausted in a way he's unfamiliar with on the full moon. Between keeping his focus and control, and keeping Moony focused? It's a new set of muscles to stretch. ]

Come on, you have got to be done now. You're not tired?

[ Which just means that Moony will have a transformed woof buddy curled up asleep on his floor in a few minutes. No big deal. ]

[He whines in disappointment. This isn't what he wants, not at all-- and if this were Padfoot, he wouldn't tolerate it. He'd bite and snarl until Padfoot got up, because he's the clear alpha there. But Isaac-- well, he's odd, isn't he? Not quite a superior, not quite an inferior. Something odd, and so Moony simply snuffles at his neck, nosing hopefully.

He's asleep, Moony registers after a moment. Impossibly, despite the fact they have things to do and people to hunt, he's asleep. Moony growls softly, annoyed-- but if he's going to miss out, that's his loss. Moony turns, sitting straight, ignoring Isaac pointedly as he stands guard. One of them can be responsible, at least.]

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maybe a lil timeskip? let me know if this doesn't work!

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