The Heartwood Hands in a derby

Typical boy. Only wanted to have things his way. Chip returned his scoff with one of her own. My game first, she replied, settling down onto her haunches. He could likely overpower her if he really wanted to, but she was quick on her feet and had a feeling she could outrun him if needed. Chip had been in more than one sketchy situation in her lifetime, so she was used to dealing with those who were unwilling to work for the reward. Not that she always made them work, of course.

Then we can play with your bone, she said. If he wasn't into it, she'd find somebody else who was.