Heron Lake Plateau All in all, it was a good day.

Swift as he was, Bruges couldn’t move out of Niamh’s way fast enough, and when e tried to, he was just bowled over anyway. Her teeth snapped at his face, cleaving through the fur of his cheeks and along his shoulders, but she was skilled enough to avoid actually making him bleed; he never would have expected her to be so well trained, so he submitted quickly, tucking his tail beneath his belly and curling his forepaws against his chest. Though she’d snapped at him physically, it was her words which stung the most. 

Stubbornly, he wanted to snort and tell her she was wrong- but she wasn’t, and that revelation stunned him. She backed off, and he slowly rolled to his side, and would have regained his footing- but she was still hovering there, so he slumped back toward the ground, hurt. ”That’s not true,” He murmured softly, plaintively, but she wasn’t about to let him explain himself.