Hushed Willows every touch

caw twists and twists and snaps until the teeth in his leg finally loosen. it stings a little, but he does not mind; fionn’s tail is directly in front of his nose, now, and with nothing holding him back now caw is free to lunge after it, growling eagerly in the back of his throat as he moves. he is taking this about as seriously as he takes anything. so he is, of course, unprepared for the headbutt that catches him in the ribs.

he hits the ground with a sharp whuff as the impact drives all the air out of his lungs. lying in the grass, caw wiggles on his back, blinking at fionn. it is hard to catch enough of his breath to get to his feet. but it is just a game! so he is not too bothered.