Willow Ridge baby blue and evergreen

Late morning, light snow, 5°F (-15°C)

Romanov Archer

His head whipped back and forth as an old tattered rabbit skin was clenched between his jaws. The boy would only stop momentarily from his thrashing to regain his balance. Romanov wasn't sure what compelled him to practically tear apart the rabbit hide even more. Was it frustration? Boredom? Perhaps just to see what more he could possibly do to the old thing?

Truthfully there was only so much waving of his head he could do before he had to take a longer break. His piebald body lowering towards the ground but not releasing his toy. Roman's tail beat against the ground beneath him, almost daring anyone around him to try and take it.

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It's Only Dark.

the devil is & always will

Sven had been headed for the borders, ready to mark his territory and perhaps find himself dinner to share with @Leotie or @Ravenna. On the way, he happened to cross into view of little Roman. The boy's childish growls drew Sven's attention, a smile creeping over his lips as he realized what the youth was doing. He remembered his pinecone, how it had been worn down to nothing but the core and still not discarded until some time after Morganna had left them. He wonder just how long that hide would last against the little Archer's sharp teeth.

Deciding he had time to spare, Sven changed course. He approached the growing whelp, responding to his growling with his own playful sounds. He lowered his head and trotted right up to Roman, jaws snapping to grab hold of the hide himself. Tug of war or keep away, he was up for anything that would inadvertently hone Roman's physical prowess.

be a gentleman.

Roman was pleased with who showed up making sounds just as challenging playfull. Sven would be quite the challenge. He let his cousin grab the other end of the hide but that didn't mean the smaller Archer was gonna give up just yet. He was going to hold onto his piece of the hide with a tight grip, paws rooted into the earth.

It was obvious that his cousin had size on him, strength too, but if anything that just fueled his desire to come out on top. Challenges were healthy for the Archer boy who was still growing. Not to mention a little competition might serve as a healthy outlet for his feelings.

It's Only Dark.

the devil is & always will

Just like an Archer, Romanov clenched his jaws and dug his heels in rather than let go of what was his. A wolfish grin formed on Sven's muzzle and curled around the bit of hide caught firmly between his many teeth. His body lowered into a couch, and he gave a few shakes of his head before tugging hard. Each time he yanked, he took a step back, intent on either dragging the youth around a bit before he'd start letting him gain some ground on him.

Of course, his father had never just let him win, and he was yet to decide if he would use the same technique or not on Enoki's son.

be a gentleman.