Hoshor Plains Roadrunner

Oh, so that was the game we were going to play.

Nobody. She echoed with a petty, girlish huff, pulling her chin up.

You's is trespassin' on yellowstone land, dummy. She mocked his accent poorly and curled her lip, taking a few more confident steps his way, her voice resuming her natural cadence. Got a reason to be? Or just nose-blind?

Perhaps the honey badger display would keep him from testing out the actual stretch of her combat abilities. One could hope, though her shoulder was still ravaged from the rancid teeth of Bard. Despite her own workings, she could not magically make a wound disappear, and so the impurity remained, half-healed and peeking out through rainswept fur.