Lost Creek Hollow bowspirit

Ilya, of course, found the more childish outlook of Mordecai's yanking and returned his pulling with that of her own. Her own growled were higher pitched, but matched the playful tone that his held. Her tail wagged gently behind her, but it remained mostly stiff in a catlike attempt to stay balanced. She shook at the rabbit, eyeing Mordecai from across the carcass, inviting him to bring it on, another growl rumbling from her throat.