Blacktail Deer Plateau we can make the ground shake

Junior’s shrieks were loud and piercing and despite her protests rather girly to the raptor that left his ears ringing, unused to the volume they held; though truthfully he did not think he’d ever get used to her loud shrieks. Though the enunciated the fun she was having they left him with impression that some monster out of a horror story was coming for them. “Heh,” Grimlock panted, grinning like a fool as his paw made a light tap on Junior’s hindquarters in the motion of ‘tagging’ her.

Grimlock paused to suck in a deep breath as she reeled around and he leapt to the slide, almost clumsily attempting to avoid her. He had glimpsed at her face, saw the fierce determination there to catch him and tag him back. He was almost intimidated by it as he attempted to get his footing, slipped in a mud puddle (thanks puberty, what a real pal) and collapsed to the ground with a hard grunt, blowing the breath out of his previous puffed out cheeks knowing that he was never even going to get back his footing before she could reach him.