Moonspear She's got eyes of the bluest skies

terance knew what she was doing. the way she flipped and teething so daintily on that bone. it was something he'd seen sarah do more often than wraen, but all the same-- she was trying to make him jealous.

and well, quite frankly, it worked. 

then, terance was thrown into quite the pickle. he'd helped wraen many a time with her self-defense training, but today? man he really didn't want to today. he sniffed, eyeing the bone she'd just scooted over to the side. he'd much rather be gnawing on that bad boy, holed up somewhere-- but that didn't seem to be happening. hm, whatever... what did they go over last time they'd practiced? 

"do you wanna work on some opponent analysis?" he asked, deciding that might be sort of low energy-- or maybe not, nothing with wraen was ever low energy, "or some defensive tactics?"