Blacktail Deer Plateau From The Ashes

He chuckled and hiccoughed when he thunked his head into her brisket, not hard enough to really hurt either of them but the more he grew, and the more he tried this trick, the more he realized that perhaps using the top of his head against someone's sternum might not be the best approach. Still- it got him up close, and he whooped with joy as he was grabbed and slung sideways as Vaettir pulled him to the ground with her. 

He wriggled and writhed, growls chopped into pieces with intermittent laughter as she nipped at him here and there. He tried to chomp onto her, but found that his mouth just couldn't really open wide enough for him to get a good grip on anything but a mouthful of fur. Still- it was better than nothing, and with his mouth stuff full of her fur he growled as menacingly as he could.