lessons for lost boys

"Yep, it's training!" She called over her shoulder, turning to look back at him. Just as she turned she got hit in the face with a thick wad of wet sand. Theory feigned a very-astonished gasp and widened her eyes theatrically. "Did you just assault the alpha?!" she said, mock-serious. Theory play bowed down in the water and splashed about. It felt good to play around for once! She had spent so much of her young life being sad and then being very, very determined. There were moments of play, but looking back, they had been few and far between. She laughed and pounced towards Desolate, aiming to splash him with a wave of water. "Are you going to defend your honor?" she teased, her ears pricked and bobtail wagging. Maybe she could get him to spar in the shallows. Nothing like a little roll in the water to overcome your fears of swimming!