Two Rivers Isle better late than never

Vassago's hit might've landed should the smoky male not have danced away prematurely, and the chestnut boy stumbled in the spot Dagfinn had JUST been: a growl echoed through his ribcage and out of his throat, but before a second attack could be so much as thought about, Dag was bounding away. 

Even without the enticing words, Vass sprung after his newest opponent - a grin split his jaws, tongue dangling - and woofed an excited agreement. The cinder colored, older boy rolled along the earth in what Vassago couldn't be sure was purposeful or accidental, but upon the pause of movement, he lunged. This time, he was straightforward, aiming his grinning, sharp fangs right at his new friends flank: if he kept moving, however, Dag was likely to shift the aim to that of his tail.