The Bracken Woods when the earth was split in fives

It was the reaction he had been looking for; with an impish grin, Alarian retaliated with a few gentle nips. He twisted slightly to push against the wolfdog— a half-hearted attempt to dislodge him from his position, but mostly an invitation to a more hands(paws?)-on type of play. He was unwilling to initiate it, not so boldly— maybe before, but not now. So he aimed a few more nips at Ulf from that awkward position, ready to meet any retaliation for the shove.