Dragoncrest Cliffs Gatherer

most wolves might have felt bad to throw sand in their brother's eyes. not sobeille. she cackled as he bent over -- some of it might be play, but sobeille was learning something valuable in this charade -- the art of fighting dirty.

there was no reason thibault should lose: he was stronger and bigger, and possibly smarter in several ways. sobeille growled as she noticed his efforts were half-measured, careful -- not what she wanted in the slightest. dat's fine, i be takin' no alive prisoners. sobeille jested, springing for another nip before being barely pushed away. fight me, thibault!! ain't no one gonna be gentle when it comes down to it.

sobeille herself was not so gentle. she sparred with all her might - beating him once or twice, though he handily shook her off. tiring from their play, sobeille announced she was thirsty and dragged her brother along for a new adventure by the roja banks.