Sunspire Mountains Round Peg, Square Hole (Joining Thread)

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She shoved, eyes shut and attentions focused on getting this over with, until it seemed that he budged. Ame half-slipped in the motion, her paws not ready for him to move quite like he had and his yelp was quick to confirm what she feared; she hadn't meant to ram his nuts (or dangerously close to them, but his complaint made her assume that contact had been had) like that.

But, it seemed to have worked. His rump had been moved forward, out of the immediate vicinity of her face and while she worked to recover her footing and shake out her coat, she spied the rabbit's sudden and unexpected escape. Muttering something ugly and incoherent, she gathered her paws scrambled in its direction, but it was too late.

The thing, terrified out of its wits and probably ready to never see another wolf again, took off at full speed to promptly haul ass across the mountain terrain. And her late start was costly. Soon, she slowed up and with a low growl in her throat and returned to the wolf-catching crevice.

The sight she was met with sent her ears splaying immediately. Are you serious... she sighed at him, panting softly with her fur tousled and frustration evident.