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Would never deny anything?
A strange way of putting it, but with the look on her face, he might think she was flirting. Was she flirting?
He couldn't figure it out. Derg wasn't skilled in flirting.

He wasn't given much time to reflect on it before she was stalking around him, ready to spar.
He watched her, head following but paws not. He wanted to see what was going to happen.

She thudded into his back, teeth lightly digging through his scruff to get a grip.
Legs wrapped about him, but he spun in an attempt to throw her off, reaching to snap at her.
It was a vain attempt when she had him pretty dang good under the saddle.