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What she expected least of all, was any kind of understand. A sympathetic ear, perhaps. But not a like story that expressed a disdain similar to her own in the disruption of a simpler existence. Play should have been a part of their daily life again.
All work and no play made for an upset Exultare heir. But little surprises tended to make her smile, and this grey form in mid bound was no exception. The warrior’s eye was always trained on the opponent in order to read their movements and act accordingly. Her own eye was only minutely trained but it had learned to detect the subtle twitches of muscle beneath fur… adult fur that had been tightened and refined through seasons of training. The soft malleable body of a pup was another situation all together. Had perhaps play still been a part of their days, she would have learned the subtle movements and engraved them into her mind, she would have been better prepared for the attack that greeted her so suddenly.
Or perhaps in the midst of complaining, she was better off foregoing blame on her lack of play and just enjoy what was happening. Yes. She was more inclined to do just that. The little surprise brought a smile to her muzzle and sent her tail high and wagging with mirth, even as her large body was dropped to the ground. Against what her family would call an appropriate counter, the would-be warrior giggled excitably and rolled onto her back with paws swinging blind hoping to catch her newfound playmate in the face.
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