Today we fight, tomorrow we fight, the day after...

To answer him back she would have to relinquish her hold on his shoulder, but her shove was turning more into a lean anyway so she relented with her teeth, a growl still caught in the back of her throat. "Jag gick inte, det gjorde alla andra." Her donkey had been all but forgotten until she spotted it rounding on her brother's rear end to aim a sharp kick at his thigh, it appeared he was taking offence to someone upsetting her. Róta bit back a smirk as she aimed another shove at Víðarr's shoulder in tandem.  If she could even get her much larger sibling off balance she would be happy enough to call things even between them. "Förlåt min son. Han lär sig fortfarande." She thought he would see the humour in her adopting an Ass instead of a wolf.

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