Whitefish River hey, it's a (pizza) party and you're invited

Serious or not, it was always important to practice the basics. For someone who hadn't before had an ounch of defensive or offensive mind, Dorian was aware the playing would help. He couldn't help his own shit-eating grin as the girl rolled and battered him with her legs.

He wasn't winded but the force would probably make him bruise a bit tomorrow. She waited for an oportunity and the coywolf gave her one. He launched himself at her, trying to wrap his careful teeth around the front of her scruff and pin her there.