Kintla Flatlands guns for hands

Kesuk let out a light chuckle as their little spar ended with her successfully shoving his face into the soft powder, pushing a bunch of it onto her dark fur in the process. She felt a smug feeling fill her up as she smirked at him, taking a seat in the area that was mussed up from their scrabble.

"Ha! I win!" she taunted happily, her tail brushing against the snow behind her as it waved back in forth in joking triumph. She hadn't been in a spar for too long and it felt good to get some energy out.

"While you might not be serial killer material, you are pretty good." she chuckled, shoving some more snow in his direction.