Larksong Grotto Some Things Are Worth Fighting For

Charley's jaws snapped on fur harmlessly and he opened his jaws again, swearing he'd gotten at least the tip of his tail. Still not good enough. 
He had little time to think before Zaavier was lunging for him, and Charley took the hit and in fact went with it, rolling both of them over a time or two. He nipped almost playfully at his partner's face and whatever else he could reach before shoving away and scrambling to his paws. Already he was panting, his gut growling in protest of more used energy that it didn't have, but his tail wagged. A grin was spread across his jaws, even as his blue eyes locked onto Zaavier's movements.