Haunted Wood My oh my!

He likes the fire in her eyes he decides. So as she releases him he smirks at her, knowing exactly what he wants to try. He  rushes forward, doing just as he did when he first met her he goes to her right, jukes, then jumps to her left side. Lowering himself easily and snatches her hind leg up in his teeth, trying his hardest not to zone out and remember exactly who it is he’s play fighting with. 

With the minimal amount of pressure he drags her by the limb a foot or two before stabilizing himself and raising to his hind legs once more, if only for a second. That second of extra height allows him to flip her into her back. And he grins victoriously down to her until he tastes the slightest metallic tang on his tongue and he presses his ears back and looks at the offended leg. Seeing the smallest of cuts there, yet it still bleeds. Looking down to her apologetically. The look in his eyes saying ‘please don’t kill me’.