Swiftcurrent Creek yo la tengo

Dice rolls: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1811

Just as quickly as Sveinn had lunged at her, Fox had swiveled herself around, deflecting him with a bump of her bum. She would not be so easily taken, especially considering this was not her first spar (friendly or otherwise). With a snort, she was quickly going back at the northerner, springing forward with her paws ready to knock him to the ground. Granted, if her attack did not land, she would be leaving herself exposed to an underbelly attack, but that was a risk she was willing to take. No bruises or lacerations would result due to this friendly game.

After their short spar, Fox was breathing heavily, and she bumped her head against his shoulder in a show of gratitude for his sportsmanship. After a little while, she said her parting words. “See you around, sport,” she said, trotting off and leaving Sveinn to his own devices.