Hideaway Strath Lend me a helping hand

Whrist found herself on the back of a gator, doing a death roll. She let him go and nipped at his muzzle as she was jumping away sideways to avoid having her legs rolled out from underneath her.

She grinned coquettishly at him panting softly, "nice spar, I haven't had that much fun in a while, it's nice to spar once in a while without the threat of your life in the balance"