Sequoia Coast a king's ransom

Ragnar joked that it looked as if it marked her back. Yeah, it had won, but she had a ton of fun doing it. Grinning devilishly, she took a few slow steps toward him, Maybe it's going to mark you next, she threatened playfully. He did look way too clean, after all. Abruptly, she lunged in an attempt to pounce on him and smear some mud onto his pristine coat. Being clean was no fun at all!

He accepted her proposal to join him, and she happily trotted along side him, getting down to business, at least for the moment. Every several feet, she would squat and mark the spot, then move on to the next. It was tedious work, and boring, but it had to be done to warn any strangers that might lurk nearby, as Ragnar explained. They'll have plenty of warning to not cross the borders, she commented. Odinn help them if they come in anyways, she said with a smile. Ragnar would no doubt rip them to shreds, with the help of Verrine. Oh! she said suddenly, remembering something. I told Verrine I loved him, and he said he loved me, too! Her voice was full of excitement as she pranced to the side a little, happy that she had finally gotten it out, and he returned her feelings! The mud dripped off of her at the movement, leaving a trail behind her.