Chimera Fields bear necessities

Her paw connected but it made no difference, his arm still slinging over her shoulders, his breathing heavy in her ears. Her nose wrinkled, giving him a look as she raised her head out of his reach. Her position adjusted, she shoved him away with a paw to his muzzle (reference) just before moving after him, once more seeking to swipe his front paws out from under him so that she could sit on him, her weight surely enough to keep him there and effectively ending their odd little spar.