Dragoncrest Cliffs There's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home

She took pleasure in gaining a pace from him but it appeased her heart even more to hear him growl playfully. Having grown up alongside a littermate who had been very rough-and-tumble, all Chacal needed for encouragement was just a bit of consent before she would fling herself fully, and without any sort of grace, into a game. 

He growled- that meant game on!

There was no malice in her voice, but she drew in a breath and snarled back at him, mischief dancing in her eyes as she watched to see how he might react to having their play escalate. He wasn't a puppy that she had to be gentle with- her brother was old enough now that she wouldn't have to hold back. 

She clenched her jaws to keep her hold on the bird, and felt sinew and bone crackle between her teeth. She wasn't sure if the bird would hold for very long, but she'd be damned if she'd let go! She began to tug with short jerks of her neck, scrabbling with her paws as she tried to get better footing and keep herself from sliding forward, but the footing wasn't exactly ideal- she struggled to hang on to what she had, while realizing at the same time that her paws were beginning to slip bit by bit.