Bearclaw Valley A war in my name

She danced on nimble hind feet, pressing with her forepaws to keep his shoulder from casting her back. She grinned, baring off-white canines as she lowered her head to catch his gaze and hold it in her own, wild and fierce, before she pushed back at him with her paws and leapt away.

She recalled a move she had witnessed once, from a stranger who had escaped punishment from both Ancelin and Ameline. She sought to test his speed now, calling him with a playful, teasing bark as she bolted out into the meadow she knew so well, luring the guardian to chase her as he might chase away a trespasser.