Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

Fennec thought she heard the rustle of an answering motion, but the real tell would be if he decided to make the first move.  She was poised for it, but in a lazier way than she was when she fought Niamh or Towhee.  She knew her brother and Bronco well enough at this point to know they were both pushovers.  She didn't always win growing up, but they never went full tilt.

She couldn't answer him right away, but she smiled a challenge as she heard him push forward with a pounce.  Immediately she dropped, hoping that when he landed she'd be able to push up and shove him, using his own momentum to roll him.  She couldn't very well tell exactly where he was aiming, but usually a playful jump like that was a tackle.  You got that right, she responded as she propelled momentum upwards, the focus wherever his weight decided to land.