Bearclaw Valley some words with a mummy

two pups, locked in combat, land in a thud. it's a painful collision of her ribs against the ground, and she sucks in a breath, only to find she has none for the moment. wheezing, she glances toward Aventus, the whites of her eyes showing prominently. the bird is still abandoned.

finally, Avicus is able to inhale and she does so gratefully, taking in a fair amount of dirt with her. her chest burns, and she coughs explosively, shaking her head to clear the sensation.

they both have lost this game.

giving her brother a jaundiced look, she rises slowly to her paws and steps toward the fledgling, bending to take it once more. if he does not launch a counterstrike, she will shimmy up and out of the den and take her prize to a more private location. if he does, well. . .

round two. ding ding.