Blacktail Deer Plateau we can make the ground shake

Junior seemed to have grasped what Grimlock and Peregrine had both told her, though Grimlock was a little suspicious of the impish glint in her eyes. The sheer mischievousness of it made the raptor suspicious all the same but he let it go with a roll of his shoulders, splashed with mud — there was no doubt he would need a serious bath after this. Junior seemed to be giving his question some thought, of which clued Grimlock into an answer for his previous, absentminded mental question: she was just going with what sounded good. When the child finally responded with what she wanted to play next, Grimlock visibly hesitated unable to determine was ‘fesh’ was thinking it was some kind of butchering of ‘fish’ and then wondered how one played ‘fish’ and what kind of game it was. A moment later she explained, whether because she noticed his trepidation or simply because she thought she needed too (it didn’t matter to Grimlock who was relieved that he did, in fact, know which game she gave mention to) it sunk into the raptor’s mind what ‘fesh’ meant.

Junior was saying fetch.

“Alright,” The raptor drew glimpsing around him for a stick — something that was small enough for her to carry but that was sturdy enough that it wouldn’t snap beneath her jaws from biting too hard on it (which he figured she had a tendency to do from experience) and wouldn’t break when he threw it and it hit the ground. When he found one he drew it gently in his muzzle, testing for a moment, “Ready?” He asked Junior, the word muffled around the obstruction in his mouth before he flung his head and the stick went sailing through the air to land a little bit away for her to go after and bring back to him.