Neverwinter Forest In A Week

the pair of them whirled like little eddies; he dark of fur and quick of fang, she pale and nimble as a woodland sprite. 

time and time again their teeth cracked harmless against fur. a nip to a leg here, a rough tug of scruff there — arcturus’s breath came in heavy pants as he studied his opponent methodically, attempting to learn her preferred moves so he could counter them sooner.

they played and sparred a bit longer before arcturus tired. feeling replenished by his vigorous exercise, the boy gave one last curt playbow and made for home at a casual lope.