Dragoncrest Cliffs Go to Hawaii, fight for me

He was a little bruiser! Rosalyn chuckled deep, but didn't move, and instead let her head rest firm against the ground as he tried to shove his way through her muzzle. He wouldn't get far with that tactic, she thought wryly. At what age would they learn to go around such obstacles? She didn't remember, but that was probably around the same time her blood pressure always suffered. As they grew clever it became harder to contain them.

He attempted to latch onto her nose and got a hold of it, but she pulled free and gave him a playful nudge to the side, then nipped at his muzzle back. If he would, she'd entice him to play, though in doing so she'd lifted her head.