Hideaway Strath Lend me a helping hand

Ok ok she was done playing, though she could not help but like him. Perhaps she was turning out to be a hussy or other words that were a close variant thereof.

He dove at her, she watched his lunge carefully, instead of fear or trepidation she made a split second decision to match it, lunging forward too, her shoulder crashing into his, his teeth hooking into the thick ruff behind her shoulder as she attempted to do the same to him.