Firefly Glen Coming?

An unbefitting and juvenile yip left Galen's throat as the two went tumbling again - like the snow adrift in the air around them. His teeth lightly gnawed at the other's face, hardly given the chance to do anything more than aimlessly clamp and then release as Luhtar retaliated.

When his scruff was snagged, Galen hardly wriggled free, just pulling and rolling over his friend like an oversized beetle. He lay in a tremulous balance, belly up to the sky even as his paws waved out in an array of barley limbs, trying and failing to crush his friend beneath his back and either into the snow or into letting go.

His next laugh tumbled out in a hoot, breathless and short as his heart raced to keep up with their hysterics. He mocked being insulted, as he shouted a weak affront, Barbarian!