Whitefish River or would you throw us all away?

Her growls and cries of protest only encouraged him. They were the shouts of fun! Her teeth grasped for his body as he took her down and he could feel them wrap around his shoulder and the lower parts of his neck. His tail wagged with obvious excitement. It was so nice to have a new friend! 

 He attempted to grab on to one of her ears with and gently pull. A growl bubbled in his throat and then a laugh. She probably could have gotten away if she wanted to given his lack of coordination. His ears pinned against his head and he dropped her ears and jumped off of her. His body returned to the lowered stance he had previously taken as he waited for her to regain her footing. Mohe: One. Strangely-painted-girl: Zero.