Sheepeater Cliff BLADE ARTS II

Sorry I let this drop sob

Grackle's eyes narrowed slightly at the man's retort, an amused grin playing on her lips. The rush of adrenaline still hummed under her skin, and she shook out her coat, trying to disperse some of the energy that made it feel static and prickling, like tiny lightning bolts under her fur.

Oh, please, Grackle scoffed, her voice tinged with playful sarcasm. I don't see how the two are mutually exclusive. I've trained plenty too, granted, not recently, but that doesn't mean a thing.

She flexed her claws against the ground, carving shallow furrows in the dirt, Who knows, maybe you just got lucky this time. Her tail swished behind her, the tip carving erratic patterns in the upturned dust.