Haunted Wood We’re All Out For Blood Now

Sometimes it was hard to tell what mood Santiago was in, but from the small, stumpy wag she knew he was game.
She snorted at his remark, though hardly offended. Only sometimes was good for a friend.

And as he announced his participation of a spar, his paw came sweeping at her.
With her light, quick footwork, she sidestepped just out of reach and drove for him, starting low with her ears slicked, driving up for a gentle snap at his general neck and chest area, wondering how he was going to counter it.

Would he pull a Venny and conk her with his head? Or be more sophisticated and dodge in favour of his own attack, or even decide to sweep her over again and pin her?