Otter Creek song of the merrows

She snorted at his suggestion, amusement breaking through the confusion of her expression. “If that’s the case, I don’t think she’d let you get a second chance.” Littlest perhaps was not as quite as snarky as this character the stranger boasted about, but she was at least clever enough to preserve her own integrity. In other words, he could nip his own ass because he wasn't getting anywhere near hers. Not without any effort on his part. 

His lax posture brought on her own frisky nature, subdued enough by his aura to rouse him to play. Her tail picked up momentum behind her as the small wolf hopped back, a splash of water behind her dampening her dark pelt. She lifted from her bow briefly to dart a few feet away, slipping forward again with a silent taunt: catch me.