Moonspear drive by

As he laughingly caught on, snatching the presented end of the rabbit out of the air, Ness assumed a half-bow, tensing herself against his initial pull. Concealed beneath the misleading and windswept lie of long, spotted fur, was a well conditioned runner's build; and Ness would serve as no pushover, even against Floki's superior musculature. She returned the tug, sparing little effort to dominate their playful battle even if the end result was to share the meal between them. She loosed a coltish growl, snatching her head back and forth as his pull dragged forward the unwilling set of her paws. Jerking backwards, she tried to gain some lost leverage back, but already the rabbit had begun to come undone— the seams of its spine buckling and cracking as their frisky game strained the carcass.