Sleeping Dragon Jade

It is not.. entirely foreign territory for him, but he had become long removed from it. The Rise had been a close knit pack, after all, one that had welcomed him heartily into its fold. Now here he has to be noticeably rusty, and there remains that reservation about it, although it is still far too easy to act against it with her laughter a melody in his ears.

And of course, stakes are far different from his normal here. He's been businesslike in his engagements. A lot of it is simply guardianship, work, etc. This is more delicate, no, more personal..? He's not really put much thought towards anything of the nature, not until right this very second when really, he didn't have time for it. He was already in motion, so why expend the energy on something as pointless as trying to make the most absolute sense of it.

All the same, she granted him a measure of success when he could have it. Her paws went for his chest and underside next, and he pressed back with a low, playful rumble at first, resisting it until he wouldn't anymore. This, eventually, pulled his attentions from her face with low laughter of his own. He almost tangled her legs up in his own, it seemed a potential next step given the playful defenses he would need, but he didn't. Not yet.

He snickered, reaching of course for one last little swipe of his tongue before moving away a few steps and letting her up, should she want it. His tail waved its slowly rhythm while he watched her next moves carefully -- she could very well spring on him now that she was freed, or dart off, or who knew what she could scheme up. He arced his path around her gradually with an extra bounce to his steps, humored, now that the walk had evolved into full-blown something-unexpected.