Hideaway Strath Everything waiting, shakin' as it drops

They battled back and forth for a few minutes, each attempting to clamp their jaws down on the other. But her mate's yelp had her freezing and looking down at him worriedly. Are you okay? she asked. She must have gotten too rough and nipped at something sensitive on his face. But she had no time to inspect him for injury—she was suddenly being pulled down and then he was on top again, looking down at her and clearly pleased with himself.

She glared at him. That was dirty, she told him. She pushed her paws against his chest. I thought I hurt you. She turned her head and and looked away, kind of miffed that he had played her like that. She had actually thought she hurt him, and had felt bad about it only to find out he was using it as a way to distract her. She huffed and continued to keep her head turned, refusing to look at him.