Redhawk Caldera We'll always have Paris

His forthright charge most definitely resulted in Wildfire's collapse, although not in the way he had likely expected. Rather than waiting for her brother to mow her down like a runaway locomotive, Wildfire buckled all four legs and dropped to the ground. Simultaneously, he reared up over her and quickly came bearing down on her, his huge paws slapping against her back and flanks. Before he could stiffen his legs on either side of her, thereby trapping her, Wildfire darted forward and exited between his hind legs.

Whirling swiftly, she eyed the fuzzy pouch between her brother's legs and considered giving it a nip. Past experience had told her that testicles were quite sensitive; they were more or less a male opponent's weakness. But Wildfire didn't actively want to hurt her brother. Instead, she struck at his rump. Whether or not she connected, she began to skitter backward in anticipation of his pivot and counterattack.