Stavanger Bay we dwarves are natural sprinters

"so!?" velen shot back in faux defensiveness. her teeth clipped his muzzle playfully; he darted forward to catch her eartip harmlessly between his own jaws for a moment, before cupping his ears forward with a genuine expression of pride flitting across his handsome face. "yeah? well good fuckin' job, man!"
"shark smark. plus they don't pose a threat to our caches the way that a fox does." velen's eyes glimmered with interest. "i sorta wanna see, if you don't mind showing me." dalia was becoming a fighter, and he felt some of his normal worry for her ebb away; a few more experiences with such, and she would be as formidable as any of them.