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She did not answer him, did not so much as cast him a glance or a smile, but she did increase her pace and Luke quickened his to match, holding firm his position off her flank. He no longer believed this to be a game, rather that he had tossed his stick to a possessive female who not only had no intention of throwing it back but was bent on keeping it for herself. It was just a stick - there were plenty more like it, there paws sailed over several already, - but there was a principle that needed to be upheld. Thief though he was, he did not appreciate having his things taken from him especially when they had been offered in good faith of a game. This fueled him, and he lengthened his stride with intent to catch her. He gained a few paces, just enough to bring him closer along her side, and that was enough. Luke made his move, throwing his shoulder at her hip in an attempt to knock her off balance, make her stumble or fall to the ground. Something, to give him an advantage. He wanted to reclaim his stick, but he was still amused for the moment and there was no aggression behind his action.