Redsand Canyon Until tomorrow comes, this is how we run

Before she could get up he was there with a paw planted on her chest. She could have probably wriggled her way out, but she could tell from how he was looking at her he was not going for real... and he could have pinned her better than that. Her ears went back a bit as she felt herself flooded with embarrassment at the clumsy move. Really? God, he probably thought she was completely pathetic now.

He was nice about it, though. Which might be worse? She didn't know. Yeah, sure, she mumbled, getting to her paws when he let her up. She was totally not going to screw up a second time.

It was tempting to take up the offer to be done, but even she couldn't leave it at that. If she did screw up that badly again, though, she might have to just... like... change her name. Or.... oh shit. Hold on. She could ask for private lessons, and totally swing it her way. Immediately her mood visibly brightened, with that realization, and she watched for him to make his move.