Whitefish River or would you throw us all away?

His teeth tugged her ear she yapped in playful anguish, tail thumping on the ground and paws flailing. She probably wouldn't make it as a fighter; not yet anyways.
She did want to save others, yes, but like that? Unlikely.

She laughed too, her jaws wide in a grin, flat on her back.
He let her go at last and she flipped onto her front, head tilted questioningly while giving him a sneeze; the universal signal for play.
She got up, tail wagging uncertainly. What was he doing?
She dropped into a play bow before leaping at him, paws still flying through the air