Firefly Glen Coming?

For a brief, terrifying instant, they had both frozen. Galen didn't even have the chance to bristle, to start running even. I—

With a great oomph!, the two went from standing to tumbling. Galen yelped, teeth and the whites of his eyes flashing with panic. The snow drenched them both in an icy spray - and his attempts to fend off Luhtar were half-hearted, wide splaying paws and huffs of foggy breath. He dipped his head low, hiding his neck.

I yield, I yield! He cried, only playfully afraid, though it was muddled between their barks and growls; he bunched up and lurched upward, knocking the two into a sideways tumble. The snow flew, he was almost blind, just aimlessly snapping his jaws at the other's thick fur - never to hurt, just to pinch and pull.