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For Altair

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Skill: Bulldozer

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!

Skill: Bulldozer

No sooner had the words 'walk you to a seat' escaped his mouth than Roskva whooped her assent, making an about-face and setting boldly off in the direction of -

- of -

She turned back around sheepishly.

Walk you to a seat. That meant he would show her. D'oh.

Yeah, um, please, Roskva said awkwardly, hiking her tail up between her legs to try and stifle its momentum. The crowd was so dense she feared the appendage might act as a baton, whacking errant wolves left and right with the sheer force of her excitement. She kept to the stranger's side as they skip-walked, Roskva waddling awkwardly with her tail still pressed up against her belly to try and contain it.

Ummm, I don't know, she answered, All the women who entered look nearly as big as the guys, so it's anyone's game. Probably not the big red one though*, he looked tired and kinda flubby. I think he's a new dad or somethin' so he's probably super out of shape right now. What about you?

As they pushed their way through the gathered wolves, Roskva realized she hadn't even gotten his name - and he was already being so nice to find them a place to sit!

I'm Roskva of Northfall, she barked. What's your name?

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*'The big red one' being Alder, naturally.