Firefly Glen in nineteen hundred and nineteen ninety-nine

he grinned doggedly - he loved that unremitting confidence. it endeared him to ying, who, by all accounts, should have been moonspearian according to arcturus' take on the world.

he hunkered down, tail waving upright behind him. "in your dreams," he quipped, getting ready to pounce before he realized -- "a couple ground rules - no cheapshots, no eyes, no blood." not that he thought ying would kick him in the gonads, but you never know.

with that being established, arcturus began to slink towards ying, meeting her gaze. within several feet, he transitioned to an easy lope, holding her in his vision until the last second. he feinted to ying's right, aiming a series of playful nips at her side as he cantered by.