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She was fine, the terrible feeling of irritated nerves finally soothed by her rolling around in the dirt. Whether it was a bite or just one of those intermittent problems that all wolves had, Kroc was unsure. She didn't much care either, her squirming slowing. She would have stopped, would have lain there on her side for a moment until she felt like getting up. She was on her own time for right now, and could have done so, if she wanted to.

If another had not appeared above her, immediately causing her body to tense and stiffen. Snarling, Kroc's head twisted to bite down on his ankle, tugging on it to shift his balance and pull him down and roll him over, now positioning herself on all fours over him. Ha. She smirked, a glint of yellowed teeth showing in the expression.
 
Her violent streak was quiet today, at least right now; she could play King of the Hill for a little while, both of them trying to best the other. Should he provoke her, that violence would come forward, but a little rough and tumble never hurt anyone. Much.