No relief

Malalia huffed at the softened thwack from his wings. "Hey! I'm injured remember?" She grinned lightly before pacing back over to settle into the deerskins again, her eyes drawing over to watch the match. Two more wolves had joined them at that point, one Ashen and one Armada, but on the moonlit field, it looked as if the Armada was winning. For now. She lay her head in her paws again an watched the battle with longing eyes. The disappointment from losing was creeping up again... but it was easily batted back by exhaustion, and the cheerful heir beside her. She was glad for some company.... and excited for the inevitable ass-kicking she was going to deliver.

--faaaaaadeee???--