Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

Any bump from her would elicit a playful grin from him. He was surprised to feel that her nudges were not as gentle as she had been in the past; he liked it, and it was incredibly distracting, as was the soft brush of her fur against his. He was so distracted that he didn't register her request at first, but when he did, he offered a shake of his head, uttering a somewhat surprised, Umm, while he tried to gather his thoughts. She wanted him to be inventive? He had no imagination; a lifetime of being a soldier had conditioned that right out of him. And coming up with fun things to do was not really a strength of his. He panicked a little and went with the first thing he could think of, releasing a playful growl and leaping towards her, hoping to gently tackle her to the ground.