Moonspear Handle me with care

His kicks made their mark, causing for Bronco to surrender for now. His packmate dismounted and quickly circled 'round, not allowing Osiris any time to roll over and get back onto his paws. For some unexplainable reason, he didn't mind Bronco being all up in his business. "Oh, I know," he replied coyly, holding his friend's gaze. "But sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do." Osiris was usually a man of honor, but there were a few exceptions where he would play dirty—especially when he was trying to best Bronco. 

Osiris rolled onto his belly and stood once he was allowed some space. "Hey, hey now," he said in reply, a playful growl rounding his words. "I'm a man of honor, you know—I wouldn't dare aim there." Balls were an entirely different story; he would never strike that low—both figuratively and literally.