Golden Glade Damn, who raised you?

well, that didn't go as expected. sionnach thought the young bull could be tormented into play, but instead he seemed positively sullen.. kind of like a wet blanket deal, ruining all her attempts at play fun police style.

she pulled away with a scowl - what, no retort? no swinging fist or harsh click of teeth? well, that was disappointing. she sat on her round haunches and regarded aengus with a flinty, measured stare. "whoa, slow down nelly -- who took the meat from your cache?" sionnach teased, muscles tensed in case aengus did decide to retaliate.