Ouroboros Spine Looms but the Horror of the shade,

No sooner had he made contact did he spin on his heels and retreat, for that was the game, and he did not want to disappoint. But the brown bear was also playing a game of his own. He ran, and this time she chased, their powerful forms weaving between trees and breaking new trail. He looked the part of someone determinedly trying to escape being tagged, but there was subtle restraint in his sprint, and bit by bit the black bear gained on him. Soon, she was close enough that she made a move, her forelegs reaching out to grasp around his flank.

Perhaps he could have turned, or at least sprawled in a way to save himself from being pinned beneath his leader, where he may have had a chance to make another escape. But no, the brown bear went down, twisting so that he was on his back, and Tonravik upon him. And this is exactly where he wanted to be. He flashed a roguish grin at her, tail thumping the ground. Ever daring, he leaned up and brushed his tongue against her mouth, breathing a husky "hello".