Silvertip Mountain Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel

He leapt for her, Niita trying to move away but she was too slow. His leg came up over her shoulder, his teeth grabbing her ear though Steady's grip was barely hard enough to press into the sensitive flesh-let alone break the skin.

He was much larger than Niita, his weight too much for the pale girl. She fell onto her back with an oomph with Steady standing above her. Normally she might have been frightened to have a male standing over her, might have been reminded of Maekir's attack. But Niita was belly up, not being grabbed by the scruff and forced to submit.

She giggled up at him, another rare sound for her, reaching up to tap his nose lightly with her paw. "Boop." The girl murmured humorously.