Neverwinter Forest entropy

They were a ball of limbs and fur falling over and over one another, Tulugak feigning growls and lazy snaps of her jaws in between raucous giggles. The touch of his teeth grazing her shoulder was electric. With a final burst of energy (and with help from a little of Dutch's dramatics), she pinned his wriggling body to the cold ground in a victory pose. 

"A valiant effort, Dutch of the White Spine," she grinned devilishly, wanting to be his deathbed vision. "But now you must die." Jaws dived to gently lock his throat, remaining there as he screamed bloody honour and releasing only when she felt him go limp.

Breathless from the excursion, she flopped on her back beside him and gazed sideways at his 'dead' body. Never before had she felt so... light - as if she could float like a feather through the winter-blue sky.