Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

Of course he would play along. So as the other claps back with his own playful quip and goes rushing forward, the Grandmaster’s maw twists into a smirk. He doesn’t even think twice. With an excited wave of his own curled tail he’s galloping after him. The muscles beneath his striped pelt flex as he trudged through the snow. 

“Oh?” He huffs, the sound slurring into a laugh. “My apologies your Majesty. I’ll be sure to get it right next time.” Comes his husky tone as he catches up. Catching onto the game he wants to play he attempts to nip at the others hip as he goes.