Blackfeather Woods our quiet drama[m]

As they roll, he feels her swipe a paw at his face where she had scratched him during their first meeting. The wound she had given him had scarred, but only slightly. If one were to just glance at him they wouldn't notice it until closer inspection where they could see the hair slightly parted in two different places - one across and one above his eye. Something sharp connects and holds onto his right ear. She has grabbed his delicate ear a little to hard, but he doesn't mind the pain. He tries gripping one of her legs in his mouth. He isn't worried about hurting her. He knows she will enjoy some pain too. Besides, he has never play fought before and isn't the type to play lightly. He doesn't want to injure her, but a small bite or scratch won't do much. 

They don't roll for very long and he finds himself laying beneath her once they come to a halt. The ear she doesn't have pins back against his head. He doesn't like being below another wolf. His jaws reach up to grasp below her jaw. He attempts to roll so that she is beneath him. That's the way it should be. But he knows that it won't be easy to just push her around. Grim gives a low growl to his little killer.