Emberflame Ridge skill, not emotion, sends my arrow flying

     Embry resisted the urge to snap. He eyed her viciously now; snarling at her kittenish advances. It was irritating to watch her flutter around in such agile fluidity - free of the bonds clinging to his own weighty mass. As much as he didn't want it to budge, his mental stamina was careening. 
 
     Upon the temptress' third and final draw, he pushed off of his hind limbs and lunged forward. He knew that from her position, she would be unable to withdraw without rolling or performing a swifter manuever than lone countersteering. His large paws reached for her shoulders in hopes of pinning the female in her haste.