Morningside Cuesta isn't hope an animal?

Short phone post, forgive me

Adeline turned on him with teeth and tongue. His ears flapped erratically when caught between her jaws, but instead of drawing away, the male pressed closer. While he still held her captive, he returned her attentions with kisses of his own, liberally coating the younger wolf's cheeks with his slobber. Soon enough, though, she'd gotten away and stood before him, teasing him like she used to. Maybe not so broken after all, he thought, buoyed by her good humor. It'd been so long since they'd had fun together.

Day growled to refute her words, afraid that, if he spoke, something equal parts stupid and damning would come pouring out of his mouth. Instead, he merely stared at her, tail lashing and eyes glinting in silent challenge. Oh yeah?

Even when she danced away, he stayed close to the ground, ready to spring up and chase after her if she ran, but hoping that she could be fooled into coming closer to him by his lowered position and the dare writ across his face.