Phoenix Maplewood Tree dancing malinois style

Embry was proud of his success, and he was relieved to find that the girl reciprocated the pleasant atmosphere. It was hardly a surprise that she would not relent, and when he glanced up to see her yet again scampering his way, he hardly knew what to do. He had played his hand and he was running out of tricks.

She landed square on his back, which was, at least, certainly not the smallest target. Embry swayed only slightly in the way of budging, saliva and juices from the meat dripping now from his lips. This was probably the hardest he had ever worked for a morsel of fresh kill. The best part was, he didn't even want it.

This time, instead of the bull approach, he took more of a Saharan, cheetah-type stance. As soon as she was mounted, he took off — darting like a bear on fire around the clearing.