Mud wrestling

The young princess can't help but laugh. As her paw catches her father's hind leg, she almost feels victorious! Even though she had slipped and fallen, mud now streaking along her face, she'd managed to snag him. Well, almost snag him. Not a moment later, she was leaning up onto her paws to watch him right himself and turn back to face her. Furrowing her brow in a determined way, she raises a lip in a playful growl. "I'll show you agile!" Bramble exclaims as her father slides in the mud past her as if he had done it a thousand times before.

Climbing to all four paws and giving her coat a good shake out, she grins at her father as she watches him. Ready to focus and really give it a try, Bramble waits. Patience may not be her best virtue, but she was getting there. She was willing. Moving targets was new and in this slippery environment, it was even more difficult. Turning her head to watch him slide past her once more, Bramble readies herself. Before her father is readied to slide past again, Bramble pushes herself forward, digging her paws into the mud and using her momentum to slide forward with her rear paws dragging slightly as a way to anchor herself. Aiming to slide right into Artorias as he turns, she can't help but start laughing again.

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