Good! He seemed excited, which (of course) she was more than thankful for. See, she'd worried that maybe he would have seen it as some kind of chore or command when really, it could be fun! Besides, they had to learn one day and why not today? They were almost three! Soon, they'd be adults and they'd have to take care of Moladion and do all sorts of adult things, even if it meant fighting. Fighting didn't seem so bad, really, although she didn't really want to end up like her father with bits of skin and fur missing - ick! But she'd always found playing rough fun. Even when her legs were all stumpy and too short, she'd loved tackling her siblings and biting on their ears.

The first thing she had to do was size him up, which felt a little awkward to be looking at him like that. Admittedly, she was already familiar with him so it hardly seemed like such a chore as she loped circles around him. Even now, she stood just a little taller, though he already outweighed her and looked more, well, tough really. Cersei had always been legs, legs and more legs! Oh, she just hoped her father didn't notice her stalling or that slight, bouncing wave of her tail - this was supposed to be business! It was as if Sinclair understood too, because he left his side open just long enough for her to spy it - checkmate!

With a daring little growl, she dove forward in the sand, steadying herself as she went to nip lightly at his flank. As she did so, though, she felt him grab at the pliable skin of her scruff just like her mother used to - she was shocked! She had hardly expected it, and she felt her legs stiffen beneath her as she went to recoil. Rather than leap back as she so wanted to, though, she had to fight through it and make him let go, right? No, she didn't want to seem weak in front of him or her father! A Queen would never back down over someone grabbing her ruff, for even puppies were better than that.

Pulling back, she attempted to twist free of his grip, all while rearing back slightly and bringing her paws down. If she could, she'd put her legs over his back and squeeze a little, steadying herself before she went for his own ruff with a playful nip, hoping to pull gently at it like he had. It hadn't even occurred to her that it left her flanks open, or that he could very easily make a bumble foot out of her by sliding free. It didn't matter! She wanted him to have a little taste of his own medicine! Besides, she wanted him to tumble over because she'd always been good at pinning him down - maybe that's how she could win!