Gifted Talents [Malalia]

Her reaction was epic. He didn’t miss the giggles she tried to hide. And he repressed a grin at her remark, swiping the paw back over his face, usual broad grin blazing back to life and eyes uncrossing as he let the laughter go, paws flailing cheerfully in the air before relaxing with a jaunty, “I concede and profess myself defeated in tag.”

He squirmed onto his side with a flop, head cocking as he asked, “How’s the armor? Any snags or difficulties moving in it?” His eyes roved the armor speculatively as one ear perked. If there were any catches in the armor that needed fixing, he’d be happy to do them on the spot.

A chink or catch in the armor could mean defeat at the least and death at the absolute worst.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think