Rising Sun Valley [m] We'll wish for weightless knees

He threw his weight into her, bowling them both over even as his teeth reached for her scruff. His jaws opened wide and pinched shut around skin and fur; he jerked his head a few times to punctuate his victory, his growl shifting to a cackling vocalization that was not present in wolf language. It meant, please forgive me and what are you gonna do about it? both at once.

His grip shifted. He preened the saliva-slick fur he'd held in his teeth, aggression fading from him just as quickly as it had come. This would last only as long as she was subdued, however, and Dusty Rose was wound tight to head off any attempts at escape. Bowed into her, he did his best to pin her with the weight of his chest while his tail wheeled in the gathering storm.