Bearclaw Valley underground big

he's a little stubby creature, looking much like Aventus (and herself) not so long ago. her eyes land mockingly on his short legs, and then she backs up, stick still clutched in her teeth. slosh-slosh through the mud, the gray-brown water painting her limbs up to the knees and hocks.

Avicus then extends the stick so that it is parallel from her body, paws moving in place, goading, teasing. she wiggles the branch, daring him: come and get it.

she hopes he'll be able to take it, so that she can pull and watch him land face-first in the dirt. that would be kind of amusing, she figures.