The Dawn of New

Resistance was expected from a large, formidable beast, yet despite knowing this she hoped that his understanding of their little game would overrule his instinct to sense her gesture as a threat. Such play was for pups to recognize when their advances were wanted or done away with (usually by quick, scolding snaps to the muzzle), to enlighten them to the language of their kin. But this beast was a contradiction; a pup's nightmare in the lessons of understanding their kind. Though his nose wrinkled and teeth were bared, he did not growl, and even leaned into her grasp that she may find her muzzle around his. Such a smile might have meant her companion was enraged by her actions, but his calm demeanor suggested otherwise. It was a language meant for the already learned and practiced to understand, and behold the complications portrayed by the adult mind. Though she imagined that only he could sneer during play. A notion which she could not help by giggle at. Whining contently, she guided his muzzle toward to lie beside hers then quickly withdrew with hardly a window of a moment to drape her head over his. She howled softly in puppyish victory, having tricked her companion to sweetly fall prey to her tactics. "I will be mindful then, that you do not play fair," her voice was light as she spoke, at last 'freeing' her captive (even though she remained trapped herself under his bulk).