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Set during the week of Tianlong's wedding!

Looking for Tiberi x Shiloh kids! Finn Eden Leona Huron Rose Eirlys Oberon (I'm not writing with myself who am I kidding)

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Weddings were weird.

Something something about the incredible power of love, two souls united for eternity, lots of kissing and hugging and crying, and all Roskva wanted to do was play. She'd spent the duration of the ceremony bouncing in place, eyes wandering from the happy couple and sweeping across the gathered crowd.

There were other kids here! Lots of other kids.

Her eyes dilated.

They'd spent the remainder of the day feasting and mingling with the other attendees, and Roskva was a little confused to see how familiar her mother seemed to be with some of the others here - apparently there was a whole world of history she knew nothing about.

But her gaze kept shifting toward the silhouettes of other children playing on the far side of the gathering.

Evening eventually fell, with Roskva having missed any chance at introducing herself to the pup population until the next morning. She spent the whole night awake, lying on her stomach with her chin pressed to the floor until at last dawn broke and the first rays of light entered the guest den.

With feverish excitement she leapt to her paws and bolted outside.

HELLO? she barked, picking a random direction and trotting ahead. HELLO? I'M ROSKVA! I'M FROM NORTHFALL! WANNA PLAY?

Skill: Bulldozer

At last.

Someone who matched her energy.

Someone normal!

Finn's entrance might have been a spectacle to anyone else, but to Roskva, it was simply par for the course. Her mouth split into a wide grin, overjoyed in every way to see her Brand New Best Friend as he crashed through the underbrush and slid to a halt only a few yards away. Bits of twigs and leaves stuck out of his fur like some kind of eldritch forest horror, and although she could tell he was younger by a little bit, he sure was big for his age - and sturdy!

HI FINN! she shouted back, unnecessary as it was given their proximity. HI FINN THE BABY! I'M ROSKVA!

... She suddenly paused to think, fretfully calculating whether or not she was also the baby. There was a peculiar silence between them during this moment, and if he tried to speak out, she would lift a paw to shush him while the cogs of her mind slowly but surely came to a very important conclusion.

... M'not the baby, but I AM A VIKING PRINCESS WARRIOR!

That sounded almost as good as being the baby, she thought.

PLAY!

Without waiting, Roskva charged at her Brand New Best Friend with the full intention of trying to knock him down. She needed to assess his sturdiness for future endeavors.

Skill: Bulldozer

His reaction nearly sent her into the stratosphere. He thought she was cool! Which was great, because she also thought she was cool, but now this only confirmed it!

'Wait until Kvitrafn finds out! Who needs to be the baby when you can be a Viking Princess Warrior!'

Maybe Finn would be lucky enough to grow up into a Viking Princess Warrior, too - he sure had the raw grit and determination of one.

And then they met in the air.

Despite her superior age, height, weight, strength, brains, beauty, and sheer natural talent, Roskva was surprised to find her own footing compromised as she stumbled backwards and landed square on her rump with an 'oof!'. Whatever part of her had taken the brunt of their impact had already settled into a dull, general ache about her person, and the Viking Princess Warrior shook her head to get the stars out of her eyes.

Wow, she said admiringly. Finn the baby was really strong for a - well, a baby!

But as her lips parted to utter this, her opponent had already snaked his head up from his position sprawled on the ground and grabbed hold of her lower jaw in a power maneuver. No one had ever done that before! She just learned a new move!

Gnrraaack - hhhaagghhh - Roskva breathed noisily, trying to unhook her teeth from his. Her mouth was bigger (inherently, even for her age), and as she worked at the motion, her ultimate goal was to encase his entire muzzle within her cavernous cheeks and force-hold the pup into submission.

But man, he was slippery.

And slobbery.

Anyway, Roskva slobbered back and tried to give as good as she got.