Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

Fennec didn't notice him tense beneath her, and had in fact momentarily forgotten  the bear in the Glen entirely.  In fact, she'd momentarily forgotten they were in the Glen at all.  She'd been tempted to pick cougar, but that had felt a bit too on the nose, and bear had been the natural second after assisting in leading one away.

She was enjoying this and very much did let her guard down (in more ways than one).  Fights with Fig had sometimes ended this way, though he'd been more tolerant of her using him as a pillow when they were younger.  This was different for a number of reasons, but for a second, Fennec was able to relish the feeling of pure thoughtless contentment.  Absolute security wasn't something she was able to feel often.

And then, of course, he ruined it.  She would have been immensely disappointed otherwise, and while she was clearly (and likely visibly, somewhat comically) surprised by being punted over and abruptly pinned, she recovered quickly.  It was her turn to let out an exhale as her (thankfully, nearly fully healed) side hit the snow.

Oh, you're eating snow for that one!  She crowed after him, flinging a pawful of it at random in the direction he was retreating.  Just for good measure, after scrambling to her paws, she flung a couple more.  But she was cackling a little too much to actually aim well, and even if she could see him, likely none of them would have hit.