The coyote hid a grin as Skoll tossed the fabric he'd chosen aside. She didn't know anything about clothing or cloth at all, finding one piece as beautiful as the next. She'd just been amused to give him a scolding and watch his reaction to it. The greedy grasp of the 'cloak' she held out did bring a peal of laughter out that she didn't bother to hide. The cloak was as magical as Terra herself, wrought from luck and skill. Shrugging she looked off. What did she care for a sword?
The fabric spun, Terra's ears flattening as she danced back, working on moving through the thick cloth. Her eyes widened at his words, knowing what was going to happen. Terra growled playfully in reply, but her mind was working desperately. If she caught that blow, Terra might or might not be alright. It was better to play it safe and dodge if she could. Dropping to the ground she let Skoll grope at the space where she'd been, crawling out from the grey cloth to behind him. Getting back up was more difficult, leaving her with a huff on the ground.
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