the sorting hat

Her mates words hummed into her ears. She had little interest in playing, but she was in a giving mood. So her tail waved, hitting against the wall and likely causing an echo, looking at her mate. She did not so much as growl as she launched at him, wanting to pin him down from the get go. Only if she touched him would she let out a playful snarl (that hardly sounded playful), hoping to shift him beneath her in her "surprise" attack.

It never occurred to her she might scar the kids for life in thinking that a true battle was ensuing, and that Tonravik was some evil sort of monster (and she looked the part). Her long, stained canine gleamed in the ray of light that spilled on her, only that monstrous mouth illuminating as her muzzle parted to attempt to grip him gently in that shove, so the movement would be controlled.