Sun Mote Copse driving alone in my car

Bronco continued to wheeze and laugh as he too stood, shaking a bit of snow from his pelt. Every time Towhee chuckled, though, his laughter was renewed, and it took him longer to recover and completely drop the giggle-fits than she did, as she then dropped a real challenge on him. He cleared his throat- chuckled again- and then drew in a breath, trying to steady himself. He had to hold his breath in order to keep himself from breaking out into a giggle again, and couldn't look directly at Towhee for a few moments, until he became light-headed enough that he had to snap out of it and get more serious, sucking in a breath of air out of necessity. He let the dizziness pass, and with it, went the giggle bug. 

He squared up his stance but kept himself loose, and leaned his weight from one side to the other, so that he didn't end up locking his knees- just in case she threw a surprising attack his way. He was more used to being tackled out of the blue by his mother who threw spars at him by surprise, rather than being asked to initiate, so he paused for a few moments, trying to remember what he'd been told, and consider his opponent. Towhee was intimidating- but he knew that she did have a weak hind leg, so his eyes were drawn to her haunches, before leading back to her face. Probably a dead giveaway of his plan- so he acted as swiftly as he could. 

He pounced one way- rebounded in another direction, making it look like he might make a leap for her hindquarters, before he changed his mind in a split-second decision, and aimed for her shoulder instead. He wasn't totally collected as he did so- but he hoped at least it would end up being a better decision than being predictable.