The Princess and the Prince

The obvious offense she took at him calling her rude was almost too much and he very nearly bust out laughing at this little spitfire of a pup. He did manage to refrain though with just a cocky grin and a chuckle instead as she glared at him and gave him a sharp retort of never giving up the upper hand and a comment about how he should try being smart sometime. Ah, but she didn't notice how he didn't give her his family name or how he hadn't mentioned what pack he came from, had she? And how he had tweaked her enough to not only get her name, but her family name as well. Within the span of a few minutes he had learned that she was almost three seasons old, from the Armada, her father was the lead healer, her name was Satira Fatalis. She was extremely clever for her age and he certainly enjoyed the snappy comebacks, but there was still plenty for her to learn.

"Hmm... no, doesn't ring a bell," he said with a shrug when she said how he might have heard about her family before. The truth was that he had indeed heard the name in passing during the tournament he attended in Ashen and could tell that it was a fairly prominent name from how many he had seen participate in that festival, but other than that he was fairly unfamiliar. Even if he did know exactly who her family was and why her name was significant he wasn't going to tell her that. Might as well take the opportunity to poke at this ego that only a young, naive pup that had clearly not been out of the pack much would have. Well... that and perhaps someone like his father.

Her reaction to his paw flicking one of the floppy tips of her ears was perhaps the funniest thing yet though and he couldn't help the toothy grin that pulled across his lips at the shocked look on her face. Oh but even that paled in comparison to the attempt at a growl she did before she reached up to snap at his toes, catching his paw pads with her sharp puppy teeth. He winced and pulled his paw back, shaking away the sting she left there. The smirk still lingered on his lips though. He wasn't mad at her at all for biting him. He knew he deserved it and probably would have been disappointed if she hadn't. He scoffed a little when she asserted that she was in fact a wolf, calling him dumb for thinking otherwise. Just to tick her off even more he went to flick her ear again, only to be met with sharp feline-like claws swiping up at him. He pulled his paw back at the last second, narrowly avoiding her claws with a grin. "Floppy ears and feline claws, huh? Looking less and less like a wolf to me!" he teased, his tail wagging lightly though the light layer of snow behind him.

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