Heron Lake Plateau how doth the little wild boar

Svalinn's first strike was a bust; landing him in a crumpled heap atop Blondine's earthy paws as he squirmed awkwardly about in an effort to keep his eyes on the dangling prize. She demanded manners, but the gold little raptor had none to give. He whirled to his feet and went again for the rabbit, using every bit of his wiry body to catch even a slip of the baton she could easily keep from passing. His mouth always opened a fraction too late -- a delay that would be corrected with practice -- but he was not deterred: dodging forward with brave growls, fast stops, and a mouth too slow to keep up with his own movements.

They danced in several circles before Svalinn seemed to succumb to frustration. He stood back and moaned at Blondine, lamenting loudly of her unfairness and his confusion at her games. This lull was short-lived, as he forwent any talking in favor of brute force once more -- he dove forward again, this time intent on using her chest, shoulder, or whatever leverage he could, to reach what she kept from him.   

I did some very milld PP, but lemme know if you minded!