Hideaway Strath So pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones

"Is that an offer?" She breathes with suggestive jest, tumbling with him as she barrels into him, sending them both to the ground. Yet when she tries to pounce, she feels his hind legs in her chest, and with a whoosh of oxygen forced from her lungs, she flies backward and tumbles messily again, rising with a loud cackle as she streaks for him again, fangs seeking his ribs, or even his hocks, regardless of if he was still on the ground or not.