Dragoncrest Cliffs Gatherer

most wolves might have felt bad to throw sand in their brother's eyes. not sobeille. she cackled as he bent over -- some of it might be play, but sobeille was learning something valuable in this charade -- the art of fighting dirty.

there was no reason thibault should lose: he was stronger and bigger, and possibly smarter in several ways. sobeille growled as she noticed his efforts were half-measured, careful -- not what she wanted in the slightest. dat's fine, i be takin' no alive prisoners. sobeille jested, springing for another nip before being barely pushed away. fight me, thibault!! ain't no one gonna be gentle when it comes down to it.