Moonspear Handle me with care

He felt his forelegs hook beneatn Osiris' as they collided, and stood, almost holding each other up for a moment or two. But Bronco leaned his chest against his packmate's, throwing his head past the handsome, cinnamon-marked muzzle that grinned at him to lean his cheek down over Osiris' shoulder and send them toppling in that direction. He emitted a happy growl as he ended up with Osiris pinned, but no sooner had he begun to gloat with a grin then he felt the patter of hind feet against his belly. 

"Stahhhhaahahahap" Bronco said, bounding his hind-quarters to the side, circling around so that he still had his forelegs planted on either side of Osiris' head, so he could gaze down at the other male, nosetip to nosetip, albeit upside down. "Tickling is fighting dirty, din' you know?" He asked, gazing down with gentle fondness for a moment before he lowered his muzzle to give Osiris a nudge along the side of his shoulder, and stepping away so that he could get up. "An' say you'd kicked me in the nards, that definitely would've been fighting dirty," He warned with a laugh.