Emberflame Ridge no storms but all the friction

     Embry frowned, but his enthusiasm wasn't swayed. Whatever had been the source of the strange, crispy-fried trees were of no concern to him. Her curt reaction did, however, find traction in ruffling his feathers a bit. With a hearty toss of his honey-golden pelage, the boy decided to revert to the only tactic he'd ever found useful in such awkward situations as these:

     "Would you like to duel on it?" He leapt to his paws and assumed, in as agile a movement as his juvenile joints could muster, a bowing position. The playful intuition in his tone was emphasized in the eager motion of his fluffy, golden tail. The sight was emanent of his goldenmute heritage; though the wolfish grin brought out his mother's wild nature. He clearly enjoyed her company regardless of whether it was a mutual bondage, and his keeness to test her skills was implicit.

      "Because as far as I know, this was definitely a victim of that there Thunder Dome."