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They rolled again and the pale being found amusement in it, found an exit for the aggression that so often lingered in her psyche. They did their weird tango, her pulling her paws out of the grasp of his teeth, alternating sides just as he did. Her muscle cramped, he caught her paw and her body hit the ground, dust furling up around her as it was dislodged from the earth. 

While he pinned her, Kroc knew that with the right movement, she could escape her "entrapment". And yet she didn't, baring her teeth at him in jest as he posed his question, his head on her body. With a snort she twisted, hooking a leg around his midsection and rolled. Again. But better than that, she dropped her full weight on him, her heavy frame pinning him to the ground, tenfold the pressure he had used to keep her down. 

And then the teeth, gnawing not-so-gently on his ear, just on the verge of breaking skin to give him a taste of annoying medicine. Just as fast, it was over and she rolled away, standing and shaking off that grey fur. "No fleas. You might worry if you're just as much of a nuisance though."