Swiftcurrent Creek Riverbend

He stomped through the thinly layered snow, gallivanting as if he was years younger; Njal didn't feel particularly old, not yet, but his years were going to catch up to him one day. The beast grunted and pounced, he retreated, pounced, spiralling in reverse and then charging ahead again. Playing was pretty easy. It sent a warmth through him that was nearly as invigorating as a true fight, and as Njal tapped the youthful new companion, he began to take things a little too far. His nudges became a bit more tough, his snapping teeth baring more often, and the low rumble of pleasure became a more harrowing, deep, true growl. Njal charged one more time and smacked the girl across the side of her body, hard, with the brunt of his chest; then, with a more-than-firm grab of her fleshy shoulder, he had her pinned. Instinctively the man's tail raised to promote his dominance, even though such an action was unnecessary.