Lost Creek Hollow cause everybody plays the beautiful game while out in brazil

terance had solid balance -- if for any reason but that he was just wideset and generally pretty sturdy all around. she was still entirely latched to him, though for a second terance thought he might've loosened her grip. it was only when she shoved him that terance gave a lofty sidestep followed by his collapse. it wasn't really toppling over but he was certainly slowly lowered to the ground as he lost his balance -- half of him fought to stand upright while the other half was like 'shit bitch, timber'. 

terance wondered, in this moment, why he always got into fights and spars. he always seemed to lose. hm. seemed he was built more for the intimidation factor for anything -- at least he knew he had treason by his side. 

he rumbled a heavy growl as he was officially down, but it was pair with a lighthearted whack of his tail against the earth. wherever treason was (i'm pretty sure on the ground with him), terance gave a silly squirm and groan beneath her grasp. fine, fine, you win, he said, and assuming she let go of him, terance reached to give her face a few licks. maybe to show submission, maybe to show affection, maybe both.