Moonspear Two for one, you know a bitch buy four

Success! Triumph filled him for only the briefest of moments—he saw her raise her paw and swing it, but was too slow to roll out of the way of the blow. It was a mighty smack, brain rattling; he let her go with a surprised pip. He blinked furiously then, feeling grit in his fur as much as it was in his eyes.

But it renewed him with vigor, and he found himself reaching out for her again.

If she didn’t like it so much then maybe she needed to stop hitting everyone, sheesh.

Rude.