Lost Creek Hollow you have some like this in your own vault

rolls here!

so tambourine enjoyed competition, not bloodshed. merrick was stung with disappointment at his internal assumption, but this was only vague and passed quickly. he stared gently at vesta, nodding once to take her silent assent into account. 
"i accept," he grinned, the pattern of it laced with a swift and pleasant intrigue.
winner hunts loser
the thought of vesta's jaws snapping toward this one as she had done with him;
lips licked and he motioned toward a clearing just ahead where they might begin. "i have no route in mind. we should run until we cannot," and he grinned at tambo.