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The adversary had fallen! Adelle bounded back forward from where she'd scurried to dodge the falling pile, stepping back amongst the empty supplies. Her tail curled up, brightly held high. She had won! Proudly she weaved her way through, knocking the occasional item out of the way as she reached the center. Standing over it all Adelle surveyed the land that she had reclaimed in the name of her pack, ready to take on any who would challenge her.
Her gaze reached a set of paws, bringing a pause from the pup. Her gaze lifted up, noting the splotches of black on the right fur. He was tall. Her eyes finally settled on a green pair, tail wagging. It was the dog she'd played with! He'd helped her do tackling. That was fun. Barking she bounded over to him, leaping up and pawing at him. Hi! Tackle! Adelle spun around, darting back to the fallen supplies. See?