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

Chortling, the first female trotted several paces away with the dried squirrel dangling from between her teeth. She gave it a light toss into the air, watching it with bright blue eyes as it fell limply to the ground, but instead of going for it, she turned sidelong to watch the boys tussle. She'd have thought in both her bias and experience that Warbone would have a very easy upper hand, with Dagfinn being both smaller and younger, but the fleet black bard proved otherwise. Soon enough it was the goliath between them that fell to the ground, and though Saena knew it was likely purposeful, she bark-cheered Dagfinn on nonetheless.

The fresh powder that Warbone kicked up with his wriggling soon clouded the two, and Saena retreated some steps to retrieve the squirrel. She planted her elbows on the ground and gnawed on it, rump upright and legs ready for the inevitable moment when one or both men would come for her dead toy again.