Firefly Glen Swift

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When he opened his eyes, he was on his back with the prowling panther pinning him down, and while the fall had nearly knocked the wind out of him, he managed a smile and a laugh, growling playfully as he reached up to try and surprise her by slathering the side of her face with a messy lick.

“Not so fast ya don't!” He laughed, before he reached up to hook one of his forelegs about her supple shoulder, and used his bodyweight to sling them both sideways. His aim was to haul her to the ground with him and continuing through the momentum to roll them over so that he could then pin her down, though he was well aware of the fact that this might not be successful at all- after all, she was as wiry as a jackrabbit, and he should have known to expect her to put up a fight before letting herself get pinned.