Lost Creek Hollow bowspirit

She made her decision and when she lifted the hare, Mordecai playfully latched onto the other to pull.  He had done something similar once upon time, though with whom escaped him.  Planting his forelegs and locking his elbows, he pulled hard on the hare.  This was a bit more of a tricky sort than just playing tug of war with a stringy bit of intestine; the fur of the hare had a bit of give to it before the flesh and bone.

He growled, though hardly menacing, and his tail swung easily at his hocks.  Whether or not he found find his much smaller and darker subordinate game to give in and play back, however, was anyone's guess.