she neared
@Smokestep, her body hunched and ears flat to the side. she stepped with predatory purpose, her head hunkered down and pupils black and wide. he might be aware of her presence, he might not -- either way, there was no escaping the impish grin on her features as she suddenly bolted forward towards him, wild as a hooligan and quick as a sailor's lash.
she leapt and aimed for his scruff, her bite neither gentle nor strong -- just enough, just so, to hold him if she was successful.
if sandpiper was going to be gunner, striker, anything, she had better demonstrate her wares. and she had very little wares to speak of. it took two to spar, and she hardly wanted to ask rosalyn -- so smokestep seemed the natural contestant.
only, her soggy turnip of a brother had no intention of rising. with a flop, he was back on his lazy side with a rude yank of his neck -- sandpiper's eyes widened in affront and she growled as she attempted to wrap teeth around his scruff, giving him a few inciting, forceful tugs if she was able. "c'mon," she pleaded, muffled between all that fur -- can't you see she just wanted to play?
the second her brother propped himself up on his elbows she sprung back delightedly, tail rowdily wagging and a wide grin on her face. "that's right." she grumbled affectionately, stretching out in an elegant playbow before her brother.
he didn't look amused, but she was -- with a growl she lunged towards him, attempting to jawspar as she roughly shouldered her weight into his shoulder.