Whitefish River Bored by the chore of saving face

Before he could move again, Spica was at his side, jumping against his shoulder and forcing him to lose his balance. He fell to the side with a startled growl. He hadn't wanted to play, he wanted to explore but now that he was presented with the opportunity, he couldn't exactly turn it down. He launched himself back at her, aiming his white paws at her shoulder assuming she hadn't come to the ground with him. If he connected, he hoped to take her to the ground and playfully mouth at her neck and chest until she was able to escape his hold.