Phoenix Maplewood Tree dancing malinois style

Embry was uncertain at first. He was a big guy, first of all, and he could all but flatten the lithe pigeon of a girl. Second of all, he definitely was not about to just give up his treasure. Hell no. Smoosh her and then maybe he'll think about it.

But then, miraculously, the girl completely deviated from all predictable paths. His eyes followed her dexterous movements, now playful in a tangibly different manner, and his grip on the meat loosened. She bowed and his tail began to wag, slowly, as he caught on. She wanted to play a game, eh? 

The honey-golden wolf's pelt rippled in sandy-brown hues as he dropped, immediately, to his own, larger rendition. He released a gutteral growl that sifted into a challenging smirk upon his lips. Sea-green orbs danced. Come at me bro.