Midnyght looked at him, seeing his face suddenly turn dark. "I see." She said in a low voice, but loud enough so he could hear her. She sat down, and her black tail curls around her left hind paw.
Night smirked, and the said "I know that" He growls back at her, but not in a serious type of growl; Just like a low growl, that signaled that he didn't mean any harm, just practice fights. With a bark, he ran, and jumped at her, his ears shooting forward. Due to his swiftness, he tackled her to the ground, before she could react. He made sure he didn't hurt her, and he got up, shaking the dirt off his pelt. He hopped back, and then said "Your turn."
White Fang couldn't help it. He felt tired. Rolling to one side, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep in the grass. His legs pawed the ground several times, before stopping, as he drifts off.