Hideaway Strath the romans knew how to conquer land without fear

Roarke’s butt wiggles from the momentum of his wagging tail and he begins to prance in place at Hemlock’s assurance that he won but stills himself as she tugs a piece of bark from his fur. He lets out a protesting noise — because if there is one thing Roarke does not enjoy it is being fussed over — but his attention is quickly claimed when she informs him that he has one more opponent. There is a furrow to the winter’s bane brow as he studies her unsure of her meaning as he watches her take her discarded hare betwixt her jaws and let loose a growl. Pupils narrow within their pools of milky blue irises as he watches her lower her front end. A wicked grin tugs at the edges of the boy’s lips and he rushes forth with another “Raaahh!” And grasps ahold of the other end of the hare without hesitation, without fear that he will be defeated — for Hemlock is an adult and thus much more powerful than him — and tugs upon the hare, giving his head a shake in an attempt to loosen her hold upon it as he initiates their game of tug-o-war with unbridled eagerness.