Moonspear shimmy, shimmy, quarter-turn

His simple pull was what she took as his acceptance of the game and its terms. Which, really, there were no terms, it was all in good fun,  but that he was ready—yes, that was it. Hydra was not as good on three-legs as he was. He had more than several days of practice. But she would still try!

She clumsily moved, turning her head to tug in her direction a measure. This put strain on the rabbit between them, which was now held taut. She gave a little shake of her head, to test his grip and see if that might be his present weakness. Hydra did not underestimate him because he was on three legs—in this, due to her own lifted leg, he had his own advantage.