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He too attempted to make his breath slow, amused slightly by the drumming of his heart on his ribs.  Old man indeed.  But he felt quite young, still alight with the fun of play despite his windedness.

His mate apparently felt the same, because as he sat unsuspecting, suddenly her muzzle reached for his.  He reacted too late, and her playful grab met its mark.  Pulling back, he lifted a paw to her neck, ready to continue this lazy little wrestle session.  If she let go, he'd go for hers in a similar fashion, gently trying to catch hers before she got his again.