Northstar Vale When you say something you can't take back

Warbone felt the young third topple beneath him, his jaws eagerly stretching forward to catch the half-ejected dead squirrel, but he instead found himself buffeted by the quick jaw-sparring of the black and blue-eyed imp. He lost all leverage completely, finding himself both without a warm body to crush and without the prize that had been snatched away by the slyly darting Saena.

His eye followed the pale blur, but was almost immediately distracted by the return of Dagfinn, who threw around his paws and teeth like free candy. Warbone barked out a laugh, tossing himself sideways in an attempt to free himself from the playful onslaught, but the younger male was far too spirited to just let him escape.

The copper brute fell willingly to his side, wriggling against the lightly powdered earth as he flailed his limbs to fend off his "attacker." He would never purposely do such a thing in a real fight, but he trusted these two wolves implicitly, and he was not in the least bit concerned that being on his back would damage his reputation as a very powerful wolf.