Lion Head Mesa [MP] Hidden within

His tactic is not unlike her own. This, she revels in. A worthy opponent.
He kicks; she misses her lunge for his scruff, and her forelegs are now targeted by his jaws. A laugh ripples from deep down, heady and nearly joyous, before she decides to go along with his goading.
If a dance is what he wanted, a dance is what he would get.
She whirls around in smooth parallel, giving the occasional nip or clack of teeth; watching, waiting; before she makes a determined swipe at his flank. Her goal is to overwhelm, to confuse. The art of war is just as much about mind as it is body. Another snip, this time near his chin, before she reels back and butts into him with the top of her head in an attempt at knocking him over.