Nova Peak gründung

With Mahler's head grappled into the circle of her arms, Wylla began attempting to wrest his shoulders lower. He was strong, stronger than her—in a real fight or spar, this tactic would be pure stupidity. But in play, it gave her the opportunity to press her slim muzzle close to his ear and cheekily murmur, pretty good view from here.

Before she could seize her rare good mood to tease him further, Mahler rocked to the left. Given the disparity in their sizes, Wylla was literally swept off her feet to land on her side with a gasp as her forelimbs came undone. Cheater! she wheezed, flailing her undignified limbs around to find purchase with which to right herself. Knave! Beneath her salt and pepper ruff, rain-heavy flowers crumpled.

Instead of finding her feet again, Wylla rolled and made to clamp one of his large ankles in her jaws.