{se} Like children again

If Edmund were in his normal form, he'd have laughed. Instead, he returns Ophelia's curtsy with a bent paw and a deep bow. When their skirt sends mud at him, the molten tiger's nose squishes before he lets out a rumbling huff of amusement. Flicking his tail, he returns the favor and sends muddy water back at his fellow Ancient. The younger Ancient doesn't share his kin's view. The Grounds belong to Danta and thus the Ancients, but that doesn't make the Maveric the Ancient's leader or the Ground their home. Tilting his head, he then shakes it. Taking a claw, he roughly writes out two words in the soaked dirt. 'Torchline. Climb.' Those were home for him. The Grounds was simply part of their territory. But now's not the time for a debate. Especially not in tiger form. Instead, he drops into a crouch, tail clicking excitedly as he bursts forward to gently tag them before running away. Edmund molten fur, molten heart