Redhawk Caldera Words don't make the rain go

He chuckled at first, when she glared daggers at him for lifting his head out of reach. She was bold- and determined, it seemed, to take a chunk out of him one way or another. His large paws made for an easy target. 

”Oh! Hey! I need those!” He exclaimed, pushing himself up onto his feet, which he had to lift and pull away from her snapping jaws. ”If you wanted me to dance all you had to do was ask!” He laughed, before he frisked sideways, to see if she’d still come after him.