Cerulean Cape lullabies of the lost

hate it when that happens!

He managed to bring her down with him, attempting to hold her in place despite the awkward strain it put on his leg. He felt no awkwardness in their proximity as he was caught in the spar. In any other situation it would have been uncomfortable yet now seemed only appropriate.

She would not be held and his grip began to break before he could maneuver to pin her. Distracted by the flash of teeth behind gentle snaps, he countered with some of his own, fighting to find his own feet. Her back paws had found purchase and he knew it was moments before she took the advantage for her own. Swiftly he rolled from under, releasing her fully and attempting to put some space between the two of them. Then would he attempt to rise and reassess.