Sun Mote Copse A runaway once more

     Embry's breathing quickened as she turned in, body weaving around his with nimble tenacity. He felt his chest thrumming along, wildly tracking the seconds as they moved. He couldn't suppress the urge to grin, yet again, as she spoke. We prefer to land our own meals... He feigned surprise, ears perking ever so slightly. As he had expected, she danced around his paw without hesitation. 

     When she spoke again, he let his body relent for a moment, pressing into her own warmth and morphing their fur and scents. His breathing grew harder as he neared her, heat radiating from his pelt. As soon as the moment had begun, she was out of range, her tail slipping across his torso. He turned to face her but she was too quick - too mischevious for her own good. She was toying with him, now... And he liked it. That is, until she tripped him.

     He stumbled forward with a grunt, jogging out of the slight incline to avoid a full head-first dive. His recovery was well-managed, but the emberrassment was clear on his face when he doubled back, all the while trotting as though he had been doing so all along. "I, uh, I meant to do that." He remarked, licking down tufts of dishevelled chest fur breezily. "You know, just staying fit. Considering we - the men and all - actually do fight over, er... over caribou, and stuff." He lifted his chin pointedly, hoping he looked as intimidating as he wanted. Sure, he was tired (and more than a little disconcerted), but he still had at least a few remaining vestiges of strength reserved in him. Real macho, Embry. Reaaallllly gallant, there.