The man noticed a dramatic change to this girl. The first day they met, he was as scared as ever. He thought he'd be chased off a cliff, killed. He remembered when he got lost in her beautiful purple gaze the first time he locked eyes with her...and yet, he was afraid of her. Now she was a leaping bundle of joy- even with those wounds he gave her. This is another thing he loved about this woman. Even with her ash-filled lungs she was willing to play. She was willing to show confidence. Willing to show him...she wouldn't give up.
Aldoro burst into laughter again as her single word rang out of her mouth. Oh, how he loved this. It was so adorable. One moment a spar, the next playtime in the mud. It was like nothing happened. After the light nip to his neck, the man burst to his paws and shook himself head to tail, mud splattering everywhere. He jumped forward after her, smirking playfully. "You better run!" The boy yelled, breaking into a sprint with his wounded paw pressed up against his chest. Because of this, he was slower than usual, but fast nevertheless. Eventually he gained up behind her and attempted to leap onto her, this causing them both to tumble into the mud.
"Speech"
