Dante and Valentine
She stopped, angling her blade to shade her eyes from the sun. The wolf crouched in front of her, testing her balance. "C'mon Valentine. Give me what you got." The wolf let out a slow growl and leaped forward before feinting right but Dante was prepared. Her mind screamed as her feet slid back almost like a dance to get out of the way. Move. Move. Move! Now strike! Her sword swept out to tap the wolf's hind legs before she danced back. "You would have been on your bottom Valentine. Careful." Some of the children on the edge of the ring let out cheers to egg her on. She ignored them, her focus solely on the wolf. "I know how to fight Dante. Stop talking. It's unbecoming of you." She frowned at the wolf while he grinned and began to circle her again.
After a few more minutes of routines she landed on her bottom. "I'm tired. I'm hungry. Valentine!" She whined. The fight, even though very amusing, was becoming a tiresome task. She slipped her blade over her shoulder into the shoulder-strap so that it would be easier to draw it in a hurry. You never knew when you could come under attack. The wolf lifted it's head to watch her before turning to look in the direction of the alpha. "Shall we ask if we can obtain some snacks?" Dante huffed. "I want a burger. B-u-r-g-e-r. Do you know what that is Valentine?" The wolf scowled and glanced in her direction. "Yes. I do know. They taste like dung." She rolled her eyes. "No. I'm talking about real meat. The stuff that you can't get anywhere else. That diner near our school? It's like right around the corner from there. Please? It isn't that far away." The wolf seemed to sigh as her stood up to pad over to her and look into her eyes. "No more than thirty minutes?" Dante grinned lazily. "I promise." She paused. "Can I ride on your back to the place?" The wolf rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Do I look like your magical pony?" Dante kept up her grin. "Close enough." Valentine laughed and trotted around her. "Let's go already. Also, remember that I'm a dog while in the city. I don't need a leash because I'm trained and you better get me some fries." Dante shrugged and followed behind him. "No problem."
They arrived at the shop and she looked off into the distance to watch the school. It looked so quiet after the hours where they had to be inside it. She murmured something to herself and Valentine sent her a glance while his ears flicked with curiosity. "You sit here I'll be back." Valentine didn't nod and say anything because real dogs are supposedly stupid. She headed inside, hearing the bell over the door ring. "Welcome! What can I get you, honey?" The southern accent from the voice behind the counter made Dante cringe slightly. "I'll have a two burgers and fries." The lady scanned her obviously wondering how one girl could eat so much. Her eyes came to rest on the blade on her back and Dante noticed. "Oh. This is fake. I was playing with my little brother." Liar, she thought. The lady nodded and the smiled returned to her face. "Them little brothers are more trouble than they is worth. Trust me." Dante nodded and put the money on the table before turning to watch Valentine sit like a good dog out the window. Finally the lady returned with their food and she went outside to sit at the table. "I got the goods. You know, Valentine, your a pretty good dog." The wolf lifted his lips in a warning and she chuckled. "Anyways, here's your food." She leaned over and sat the fries down for him to eat. She herself began to dig in happily. Ah, twas a nice day. No other wolves. No annoying pests. No, calls from her mother and father asking her to come back home and get married. She had to wonder if the spell of peace and quiet would last.