Blacktail Deer Plateau woke up on the wrong side

Roll here, big F

The tackle sent Donovan stumbling, not falling over but enough to throw Finley off-kilter for a wild second. She skidded back just in time to catch a flash of teeth as he launched himself leftward; dodging brought her right in his path, the tricky bastard, and he caught her tail with a firm tug.

But he wasn’t out for blood. “Come get me, darling.” So he was being a tease. Finley’s lips curled back in what she thought was a grin, though the shape was unfamiliar and mangled on her maw. She’d take the cockiness over put-downs any day.

Round two; her advantage gone. Maybe she could wipe that smug grin off his face. With another surge forward, now baring her own fangs, Finley aimed straight for his brindled muzzle.