Bearclaw Valley Where’s the fire? What’s the hurry about?

Blood spattered to the ground from her mate's cheek and in the moment she took to glance to make sure that Grackle's teeth hadn't maimed his eye, the dark woman shot toward her, stuffing both her head and her shoulders beneath Ameline's chest. A heartbeat later, and she felt herself lifted as she woman pushed up from beneath her. 

Ameline wasn't exactly a cowboy, but she would've been the pretty girl at the bar who for no logical reason could stay on the mechanical bull than some of the brawnier guys. 

(just so you know, the fella operating the mechanical bull takes it easy on you if he thinks you're cute.)

Grab her! She shouted, before she opened her jaws, and aimed to grab a hold of a chunk of skin and fur at the top of the woman's bony hips, and did her best to hook her forelimbs around the woman's middle, so she couldn't simply be bucked off. 

A ridiculous sight- but Ameline was committed to the bit, and would rather look a bit humiliating if it meant getting to pin the nuisance down to the ground with the help of her mate.