Dastard's Rapids growl, sleep, repeat

The dark boy was proud that Vaken hadn't fallen over. It hadn't taken much effort to get him to the ground the last time they had trained, even for a tiny wolf like Ferreiran. He had stumbled, but it was still a great improvement. He laughed with his friend, not quite knowing why. It was one of those times that someone laughs and you just have to laugh too.

There wasn't much time for remarks though, as Vaken went straight back to training, feinting one way and then the next. He was beginning to slip from perfect readiness when the scruffy yearling attacked, tackling him with great force.

Have you read my player preferences?

you draw blood just to taste it

It felt good to be with his buddy again. The two stumbled, Vaken erupting into laughter. Wrestling like this was therapeutic for the small boy. It was like training with Garmir, but even more freeing because there didn’t need to be strategy. It was all playful, no thinking involved. It was a lot of just throwing your weight around. They were goofing around, just two pups roughhousing in the forest clearing. Vaken nipped at his friend’s ear, then took a seat. He wasn’t incredibly tired, but relaxing would be nice. He gestured with his tail for Ferreiran to join him before shuffling into a laying position. He panted slowly, then closed his eyes.

Fade

you hold bones just to break them

currently travelling with Circe (she can jump in any of his threads)