Overture Downs what we lost in the fire, we'll find in the ashes

A playful growl came tumbling past the male's lips. Almost took quick for his eyes to follow, she'd turned and gotten herself over him. In a real fight, it might've been dangerous, but Grayday wasn't bothered by it here except in the spirit of friendly competition. Instead of employing the more harmful (but highly) effective method of dragging her off him by biting down on one of her back legs and shaking rather vigoroualy, Grayday did his best to rise up on his kind legs and knock her off that way. She was rather light, luckily, and Day managed to dislodge her enough that he could hook a paw around her shoulders.

From there, he attacked with mock-bites and blustery growls, mouthing at her shoulders and at the scruff of her neck. He tried his best to knock her over, but left room for her to escape if the game became too much. He didn't want his face torn off, after all, and some wolves took offence to being forced into the ground.