Firefly Glen in nineteen hundred and nineteen ninety-nine

close encounters like this, it was often best to keep ones' wits. arcturus felt his wits (not that he had much) slipping, as what was first a serious spar devolved into something slightly more playful.

ying sprung for him again, and this time he was buffeted aside with a playful growl and a snap at her cheeks. his flank and hips rested against the ground as she pushed him over, standing atop him as victor. arcturus feigned giving up, and then snaked a harmless nip at one of her forepaws, grinning as he awaited the backlash.