Gotta Grow Up Strong

*Zuriel* · 04-10-2015, 06:04 PM

Zuriel had to hold herself back from running to her brother's aid when the calf fell over on top of him. It didn't seem to hurt Reg at all, but she still hovered near by worriedly. A few moments later he finally let go of the now still calf's throat and wriggled out from under it. Zuriel beamed proudly and her tail whipped back and forth behind her. "Yeah we did!" she replied happily as her two-toned eyes met his. She honestly hadn't expected their first hunt together to go this smoothly. They had always been pretty good together as pups, but it had been quite some time since she had spent any real time with her brother so she hadn't been sure how it would go. Luckily it seemed like they were still a great team.

She trotted over to him and gave his cheek a playful bump with her nose and grinned. "Dea-phost, deartháir." It had taken her a moment when he spoke in this language earlier to remember all the things that their mother and grandmother had taught them, but she remembered most of it. It had been so long since she had been given a reason to use it that she felt a little rusty doing so. Her eyes turned toward their kill then and she chuckled softly. "So how are we going to get this home?"

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