Bearclaw Valley «The Thorns of Roses»

Raziel leapt forward with the grace of a feline. He was pleased that his strategy worked. Even in play fights like this, one should always have a strategy at hand because even games like this had to end, right? And they only ended when there was a winner. But for once, the Roman wasn't really intent on winning this game; he just wanted to play and get his mind off things. It didn't mean he wanted to lose, hell no, but that he didn't mind if he lost to the shadow as long as Cry put up a good fight.

The silver Alpha collided into the ebony male, grinning to himself as Cry didn't seem to know what was going on. He loved tricking others, it was amusing to see how their reaction when they finally realized what happened. The shadow wasn't stupid, unlike many others the stone coated Roman had played with before (which were few), but sometimes even the smartest could be deceived. You had to always be suspicious, to always be on your guard if you didn't want to be caught off guard, and even then, sometimes you could still be tricked.

Raziel laughed before he backed away, tufts of black fur caught in his teeth. He spat them on the ground, turquoise eyes practically glowing with delight in the darkness. He panted, his tongue lolling out from between his teeth. They were two beings who did not need words, but embraced their wildness which weirdly enough, most of the wolves in the wilds suppressed. He would never understand them, but that didn't matter right now.

The silver feinted a blow to the man's shoulder before he backed off, just for him to bound forward once more, hoping to tackle the shadow and pin him to the ground.