Side Story 4.100 - Tagged Again

Johanis' POV

By the time we crashed through the trees into our so-called secret place, which is “our” smokehouse. We were outside of said haven when Aya was already halfway through a rant about my lack of commitment to “ambush follow-through,” and I was halfway through reminding her that she literally tripped over her own foot during the last round of tag.

“I tripped because you didn’t warn me the log was slick!” she snapped, flinging her arms in dramatic emphasis.

“I thought your wolf instincts would pick up the obvious mossy death trap,” I replied, also flinging my arms. “Sorry for overestimating your superior reflexes.”

“My reflexes are fine! You just have zero peripheral awareness!”

“Oh really? That is really rich coming from someone who mistook a hornet’s nest for a squirrel.”