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Raziel followed the red eyed female, content to let her take the lead, his long strides easily catching up with her. And walking was a good exercise to stretch his muscles, one should always be flexible and agile in case they ran into a battle which he would be happy to have. The battle-born Roman wanted to spar with someone, or even better, to kill something just to keep his fighting skills in place. Perhaps he would find sometime to train with his packmates when he went back to Swiftcurrent.
He watched with vibrant eyes as she paused at the top of a slope, padded down and flopped to her side, sliding downwards. She paused but he didn't move, content to watch her finish sliding. Scarlett continued, moving on her stomach, front paws stretching outwards, her hindlegs scrunched up. The silver Roman raised his eyebrows, if he was moving in that position, well, lets just say the results of that would not be good.
You seriously think I would slide down this slope like a fool?
he called downwards. I'll lose all my dignity and manliness.
he shook his head, his mouth quirking into a smile. Ain't happening, little lady
and jumped. Raz landed on four paws, gracefully like always, crouching down and stretching his legs out, he slid down. At a slower pace but...
His battle reflexes helped, swiftly turning on the corners, near the bottom, he purposely tumbled over, hoping to barrel straight into the albino girl.