Redhawk Caldera Just a harmless prank...

When Teehee raised her tail, Titmouse did what came naturally and curled his limbs as close as he could get them. He was a pebble beneath her stare; but then she pounced, and the game continued. He went from a droopy silhouette to a rolling, flailing child within seconds. She settled atop him and used his lack of physical ability to her own advantage, pulling the boy off-kilter and then kicking — which was a weak attack but only because of their size and age. The bup bup bup bup of her paws against his face didn't hurt exactly, but it was repetitive and irritating. Titmouse had to squint to see what was happening (and his vision was still mostly blurred), and instinct took over. He managed to contort his face in to a scowl as he got his mouth open, and then clamped hard upon the nearest foot.