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Arverk allowed Tonravik to poke and prod at him, his tail still waving behind him as he sought to greet her with a lick under her chin. Words were not needed for situations like this, in fact, words were usually not needed at all because actions spoke as well. A flick of a tail, a twitch of ears, a low snarl, a stiff posture, all those spoke as loud as words and probably even better. They were wild animals, and wild animals spoke with actions not words. Most of the time, at least.

The swarthy whale's ears pricked as she bowed an inviting play-bow. Ah, so she still had the energy for a spar huh? Well, he had been itching for a nice fight anyways, and Tonravik was a good spar partner. He sidestepped quickly as the dark bear of a female feinted towards him and lunged forward, aiming to pull her paw from beneath her with a playful snarl of his own.