not the gravity plan

He watches with fiery amber eyes as the pup stumbles back and quickly recovers. It is clear to him that it is not her first time fighting, but she still needs practice. Needs to grow and learn and hone her skills. Raumr won't fault the pup for her determination, but also question why she was allowed alone in such a dangerous place. Did she not know that someone could swoop her up in a matter of moments with no questions asked?

Perhaps he would question her after their fight. Now, now he needed to be on guard. He tracks her to his shoulder where the end of his mane tumbles down in lush waves. A pleased rumble of a laugh vibrates his chest as sharp puppy teeth latch onto him, trying to dig through the thick hair and fur. "Girl, why did you not go for my paws or ankles?" Raumr questions, laughter in his deep, honeyed tones as he once more lifts a paw in an attempt to swat her off of him.

Raumr Regalus, the Third