The chase ended near the reading corner.
Vali was fast. Finn was slippery, but a Wolf on the hunt was inevitable.
Vali launched himself off a beanbag chair, tackling Finn to the carpet. He pinned the Fox cub down, his forearm pressed harmlessly but firmly against Finn's chest.
"Got you," Vali panted, a triumphant grin on his face. "Now take it back. Say you were lying about... about the other stuff."
Finn grinned up at him, completely unbothered by being squashed. "Or what? You gonna lick me to death? Admit it, Wolfie, you just wanted a hug."
"I do not hug enemies!" Vali growled, raising a fist to give him a noogie.
"Time out!"
Jax clapped his hands loudly, walking over to them. He looked down at the pile of tangled limbs.
"Alright, break it up. Vali, you caught the prey. You win the hunt. But Finn is still breathing, so technically he wins survival. It's a draw."
