Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

It wasn't in Bronco's nature to thirst for a real fight. Spars were fine- but there was a very defined line that he couldn't bring himself to cross- and could only really spar with someone if he felt that they might be mindful of that line as well. Antares had been an excellent sparring partner, and Opalia as well- though she definitely possessed fighting skills that were far superior to his. Fennec on the other hand, he felt had a similar amount of experience as him, simply because they were the same age- and while he knew she possessed enough angst and anger to dive into a real fight, he trusted her far more than he would ever trust his mother. 

She didn't bound away from him which surprised him. He'd not been trying to hide his approach at all, so she would have heard both his playful growls and the crunch of snow beneath his heavy frame as he bounded toward her. He didn't question it- this, to him, was simply an indication that she welcomed the spar and was willing to let him get in close enough that she could grab him and make him regret it. He reared up and tossed a forelimb over her shoulders, using his momentum and weight to pull her to the ground which was soft and cool beneath them. He wasn't terribly quick on his feet, nor was he very agile- but she'd practically invited him to use his best advantages to grab a hold of her and pull her down with him. So while his next move would have been very ineffective in an actual fight, he sought to hang onto her- trying to squeeze her as close as he could as a challenge to see if she could somehow worm her way away from him.