Redtail Rise melisma

he's quick. she knew that already. she feel teeth graze against her hindquarters and accelerates briefly before skittering to a stop, hoping to send him tumbling past and vulnerable.

should he do so, she'd begin to lightly pummel his ribs, nipping gently but insistently at his ears and cheeks.

this actually. . .was quite enjoyable. 

she'd played with Aventus, right? perhaps, but even their early puppy-spars had been suffused with the savagery their father had instilled within them so young.

Ashlar has none of that savagery.

she's seen it as a weakness for so long, but perhaps his ability to lighten and loosen up could be beneficial.