the sorting hat

Haha! His mate was a fiery little devil now wasn't she? She'd passed the point of play and moved in the direction of a more friendly spar with a level of aggression that was more natural for her. That, and she'd had the jump on him. He'd been expecting something far less sudden and a little more... controlled? Restrained? Hmm... he wasn't quite sure what he was expecting, but he found himself suddenly beneath her and a set of snarls.

If he'd not heard the true terror of her real snarl, it would have been easy to mistake this for the real thing. As he'd had such an experience, he took it for what it was, considered her more primal nature, and was able to recognize this behavior as her version of play. He snarled back, snapping at her teeth as she moved them to seek purchase on him somewhere with hopes to dissuade her. If that wasn't enough, he followed the gestures with his paws, kicking at her face and chest as he fought to flip from his back to his feet.