Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

Grabbing a hold of one of his siblings had never been terribly difficult- even when Quetzal had been muddy, and when Alyx had been so quick. But Fennec was a completely different creature, and more like an otter than a wolf when it came to slipping out of his grasp. She was all elbows and knees, and whenever he did try to pull her closer, she became angular and sharp, making it hard for him to keep his grip whenever he winced at one of her edges finding one of his many soft spots. He fell over onto his shoulder when she got him square in the ribs, causing him to cough out a puff of air. Still- when she moved toward him, he probably should have pushed her away- but he didn't. He left himself wide open, reaching for her with his paws even as she moved into a position where she could have him pinned. 

He didn't care about being pinned- he didn't mind at all that she'd managed to flip him over, and stand over him. All he cared about was grabbing her and pulling her as close as he could. It might teach her a lesson that simply pinning him wasn't going to be enough to make him cry uncle.