- Nasuka remained quiet for the first time during their entire conversation, her expression quickly contorting into one of shock, and then of something reminiscent of impatience. It finally settled on a look that should've told the Trast pack leader that she was under the impression he was dumb or something. "All work and no play makes Souly a dull boy. Oh goodness," She clucked her tongue in a pitying manner and shook her head. As a pup, the game of 'tag' was all she'd ever played, besides the occasional game of 'catch the mole and eat it' too.
"Alright, well, guess it's never too late to learn!" Disappearing beneath the water she darted towards the shore a meter or so away from Soul and without much warning broke the surface in a leap. Landing on the grassy ground she gave herself few vicious shakes which removed most of the water from her pelt. She then turned her attention to Soul after she felt she was sufficiently dry. "Alright, so you have someone who is the designated tagger. They are 'it'. The one who is 'it' then has to touch someone else, and then whoever that happens to be is 'it'. Then they have to repeat the process of trying to tag someone else. Basically, you have to avoid being tagged by whoever is 'it'. Get it?"
"Here, watch, this is how it goes." She moved towards him in a friendly manner (being careful not to make any sudden movements since the fellow seemed paranoid about such things). When he was close enough she reached out and gently prodded him with a hoof, then eagerly darted away in the opposite direction across the grass. "There, now you're it! See? Now you have to tag someone else...Although since I don't see anyone I guess that'd be me." She offered him a grin after she'd settled down a few yards away. Oh, why did she have a feeling Mr. Stick in the Mud was not going to humor her?
