Dragoncrest Cliffs There's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home

She was stronger than he expected. That, or Sobo was weaker than Chacal expected. Probably some combination of the two. He was growing to be a big wolf, stocky and broad in the shoulder, but bigger wasn’t always better. He was a gentle soul, if a grumpy and stubborn one at times. Even playing like this made him worry that he might hurt her.

Chacal was Erzulie and Rosalyn rolled into one: grace and resilience both, and stronger by far than he was in spirit as well. She feigned forward and then hauled back and he was surprised to find himself lurching forward. She played with Loko’s ferocity. Sobo never won against his brother unless Loko let him, and that was seldom.

Sobo growled softly around the bird, a quiet but playful sound, and readjusted his grip before tugging back with what strength he did have in his shoulders and neck. It wasn’t much, not nearly as much as his figure would suggest.