There was supposed to be a wrestling match today! A lot of them!
Roskva could barely contain her excitement.
But where?!
Standing at a very tall six months old, the Stormborn-Callosum daughter was nearly eye-level with the average female of Tianlong; she still held the gangly proportions of a growing adolescent, but she was far and away one of the largest 'pups' present.
But what good was superior height if she still couldn't figure out where to go?
Thankfully a well-meaning attendant had glimpsed her confusion through the crowd, winding his way over to politely direct her toward her destination. She'd barely managed to bark out a 'thank you' before bounding off toward the event, tail wagging behind her like a flag as her mind raced - maybe she'd still be able to get a good seat! Oh! Oh! Maybe she'd get to wrestle the winner!
So caught up in her enthusiasm, Roskva didn't see the innocent bystander in her path as she trucked toward her goal.
Oof,
she sputtered, stumbling back. It was some guy - tall and ruddy-colored, sporting a friendly, albeit surprised expression given their sudden introduction.
Sorry! The games are gonna start soon!
she amended. Aren't you excited?! I am!
