Chimera Fields bear necessities

Woah there missy. All these lady wolves sure were bitey and grumbly and growly.

She snapped at his foot, appropriately catching him off balance as she maneuvered him beneath her and reversed their positions. She snarled down at him. Or was that a smile? He couldn't quite tell. Either way, her breath reeked which suggested she needed to spend a little more time on personal hygiene. Maybe a little more bone gnawing to wear off all that plaque. Correction, someone else's bones. Not his. Unless... Nah. She wouldn't be up for that. 

Alas, flat on his back was not so much a position he enjoyed for this activity. He mirrored her previous move, biting at her paw opposite of the one she'd snagged on him. If it worked, awesome. If not, he could play hot potato for a bit and go back and forth at her paws until they rolled, placing him back on top with her below. Only this time he pressed a paw against her shoulder, leveraging his masculine weight against her body to hold her there a while longer before slipping that very same paw back to the ground and allowing her the same wiggle room she'd had when they'd started this little game.

"Pinned ya again," he said with a far less yellowed grin. He lowered the flat of his head against her furry chest and nested his crown against it. Playful. Friendly. Non-threatening. "Now should I worry about fleas or are you clean?"