Dragoncrest Cliffs We can weep and call it singing

It didn't take long for Verx to read Ephraim's mind, judging by his body language; the dark brute felt much the same, as of late. Still, he flashed the coywolf a smile, breaking into a trot to approach him but avoiding the customary nudge he would have given. Any touch could set either of them off like a firework.

Then again, perhaps that might be good. Better to go off now than to let it build up and then gallop to the sound on a suicide mission.

Hey, kick my ass, Vercingetorix suggested without preamble, before switching into Trigedasleng. Fight me. Draw some blood. It'll make you feel better. He knew there was the proverbial snowball's chance in hell that Ephraim could prevail in a fair fight, but he'd go a little easier on him. It was good practice for when he wanted to train younger kids--and he did certainly want to do that, eventually.