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"Well, it kind of does..." She admitted, giving him another playful bump. It didn't really solve the root of her problem though. Her head still ached something fierce. "Can we play?" Cal asked, nuzzling against his leg a bit more placidly. The young girl had heard that he was teaching her siblings to fight and she wanted a slice of that pie! She dipped into a play bow and wagged her tail in excitement; although her horns were just now appearing, from the bone spurs beneath the surface it was evident that they would one day be quite large. For now, they were less than impressive.

Maybe Miss Zee would come play with them too! Cal was fond of her mother's lady in waiting, if only because they often smelled the same. Playing with her in the den was as natural as playing with her own mother. If she could learn a thing or two from them both, she'd prove that horns beat claws every time!