Blacktail Deer Plateau Washing what you know out to sea

"A stick - perfect!" Wraen exclaimed and leaned over to sniff at it first, then with an expert move of her paw, she drew it closer and gave a test chew. Tasted like wood always did and unfortunately this was nothing so extraordinary that she would want to take it home after the game was over. Moonspear was full with sticks like these. 

"Alright - ready?" she asked him, picked up the stick and with a mischievous glint in her eyes tossed it in the air and caught it again. Then - without a warning she took off as fast as she could.

They played and sparred for a long time and then Wraen left for Moonspear.

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