Evan snorted at Mr Fluffypants. But wagged his tail to Sir Fluffsalot. That was a fun name. Runs With Fluffy Tail was not quite as fun, as it was a mouthful.
He sat and waited while Niks made the branch into something a little easier for her to handle. His paws prancing a little bit in the snow in anticipation. He lifted his butt when it seemed like she was going to throw, and sat back down as she broke the branch into a smaller piece.
As soon as it was in the air, Evan was off, chasing. He kicked up big chunks of the white powder, his eyes on the stick the whole time. There was a monumental leap up and he caught it in mid air before it got too far through the downward arc.