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velen cackled: dalia danced forward and saucy lunged. he whirled to snap playfully at swift dalia, and in that moment she swept his prize away like a veteran soccer player. before he could intercept her, saucy was colliding with him. "unfair!" the warsaw yearling crowed, rearing up to throw his long legs around the tiger-girl's shoulders, no matter the fact he had invited this conflict on himself.
loud, harmless growls poured from his throat as he scuffled with the fiercer of the pale she-wolves; if his manuever served, velen sought to duck low and away from saucy, giving dalia a belated pursuit.