Lion Head Mesa Rules were meant to be pushed and pulled

wrap up after another round? <3

the two of them got on well, relmyna supposed, finally relaxing in the boy's nearness. he was a harmless and gentle soul. as the tyro climbed, she tilted back one ear to listen, muzzle following in an instant; she whirled to regard him with an open and vaguely maternal warning as he slipped, and paused. 
heart pounding, the patchwork wolfess tossed the yearling a wry smile, finally emerging with a few more steps onto ground that was relatively flat, and here she sidled aside to give her companion room.