Swiftcurrent Creek Against my own advice

Arlette smirked at him, taking it into consideration. The woman looked over him with a little grin, almost wanting to accept that challenge. Feeling playful. She chuckled when he acted wounded by her words. She knew he wasn't. "I love an acquired taste, no sharing needed," she grinned. She then placed a kiss on his muzzle and then dashed off into the undergrowth, deciding she would want to take that challenge. He might be large but that could also work as a disadvantage as she swiftly moved through the dense foliage and bushes, which she could easily crawl under.