The little white pup stayed right where he was, sharp ears listening for the large playmate he had made friends with. There was the sound of huge paws coming his way, scuffing up the dirt and debris as he looked for the boy. But it didn't take long for olive eyes to spot the other wolf, almost meeting their gaze and looking away at the last moment.

There was a show of strength and a playful gesture, a game that they had started for the boy and intended to keep playing for as long as they could. Sitjariaq leaned a little closer, curiosity getting the better of him as he tried to see where the wolf had gone. A scuffle here, a struggle there. Now the boy was stuck and couldn't get out. A loud squeak erupted from his maw, calling out to the wolf for help in getting him out. This game was not fun any more! Help!