Moonspear making the rounds

She continued to struggle, but with wide eyes watched as he leaned over her face and readied himself to drool. She watched the droplet form at his lips, began to attempt to pull out of it's reach. Just as she was reaching a frenzy, his pressure vanished. Somehow, some way, she'd managed to dislodge him in her strugglings. She jerked up with surprise, staring over at him. There was concern on her face, had she hurt him somehow?

It was then she noticed the feeling of wetness on her cheek and her mouth dropped open to release a screech of disgust. "EWWWWWW! You SPIT on ME!" She ducked her head and rubbed at her cheek with a paw. She was playing up her reaction, having fun with it. A laugh escaped her. "Gross, Charon." She was tempted to race at him and tackle him now, but she was fearful she'd somehow hurt him. She was not used to winning in wrestling at all. Not unless she aimed to hurt her brothers, when she purposely did it, she won. So though the smile and laughter remained, her eyes watched him carefully, guiltily.