Silvertip Mountain Unleash The Warrior Inside

Realizing Chaska wasn't finished, Steady let out a playful growl, his body stiffening in anticipation of the other male's move. He didn't stand, a vision in his head of what he wanted to do, and hoped Chaska's move would allow him to do it.

Chaska charged, his head low. He allowed his body to roll as Chaska barreled over him. Jaws open wide, Steady attempted to grab whatever he could- be it the skin on his pack mate's neck, a leg, or his underside. He wasn't sure which was Chaska would move when he realized what Steady was doing, so he settled for grabbing anything, though he made sure not to sink his teeth in.