Redhawk Caldera smashing

Fox squealed with delight when Peregrine lunged toward her, though she made no move to get out of the way. She had slowed when she'd heard him tumble, making sure that he hadn't hurt himself terribly. Bracing for impact, Fox let herself fall into a heap, legs and limbs tangled with his own. Playfully, she bit at him, though nothing to break the skin or cause any harm. She wasn't out for blood, just some good old fashioned bruises.

Unless he broke away from her, she was content to duke it out with him right here and now. Fox certainly had no plans to escape from her "captor." She wished only to wrestle with him until things moved in a different direction (and she could think of one specific direction they tended to end up going).