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They were at it again, playful snaps of teeth and pushes and words. Always words, but that was okay. She got enough of silence within the pack and sometimes, words were good. Useful, of course, but they held amusement for her too, especially when it came to someone who dealt in things more her speed rather than those who were taken aback by her gruffness. It didn't help that she pushed them away with violence either.

"Half lucky guess. Half because your eyes look brown in this light, which tells me how full of it you are." That churlish smile pulled at her expression as he attempted to lift her front paws off the ground. Pushing off the dirt, she raised up a little, helped by the cinnamon wolf. Tipping back, she landed on her back, back paws aiming at his face as her tail swished across the ground a time or two.