Sun Mote Copse Women, who run with the wolves

She made contact, her snout pressing into the leader's hip and prompting Wraen to drop to her belly. Her tail wagged and so did Towhee's, arching in a mock display of dominance over the prone leader. Some of her seriousness melted away in that instant as she felt suddenly more playful. This was still a serious task, yet there was no reason they couldn't have fun with it. Children learned life skills from games and so could adults!

With a surprisingly deafening bark, the mercenary leaped backward, then pranced from side to side with several more barks. She didn't give the Sovereign a chance to react to her fancy footwork, instead lunging closer again in an attempt to straddle and pin Wraen, teeth aiming to close around her scruff.