Sea Lion Shores What immortal hand or eye

Niamh laughed merrily when the fur of her hip tickled Coelacanth's nose, making her snort or sneeze- she couldn't tell which exactly it was, based on the sound the female made. But she had the desired effect for the playfight- Coelacanth was spurred on and came at her again, this time driving forward low, like a sheepdog, aiming for one of her ankles. Niamh had never seen a sheepdog at work, but she did notice how naturally the female was able to swoop in. 

Coelacanth's gentle mouth caught her by the hock in a grip was similar in feel to the way a mother cat carries a kitten. Normally, she would jerk away- but today she decided she was going for opposites, just to see how those maneuvers worked. So rather than jerk her ankle out of Coelacanth's gentle grip, she leaned in, instead, flopping the weight of her body toward Coelacanth in hopes of landing right on top of her.