Heron Lake Plateau Just a basket full of memories

Just as she managed to get close enough to run her teeth through the pale fur of his flank, missing the skin on purpose, she felt the muscles of his torso curve as he reached around for her shoulders. He growled, his warm breath sweeping across her withers and she felt a smile tug at her lips. Had they actually been fighting, they both could have inflicted painful wounds- but this was something more akin to olympic swordfighting- where a touch was enough. 

She pulled away from him then, squaring up quickly before she lunged again, this time tucking her chin and snapping at one of his forelegs and then the other, darting in and out as she did so, hoping that his movements would mirror her own in a kind of dance.