Moonspear you win or you die

His muzzle had lifted scantly in a fraction of a second before he felt her slam against him. The unexpected turn of events winded him but only for a moment; he regained his balance in a sure swing of his own muzzle back towards her, clicking his teeth with a growl that sounded far more menancing than it really was. The mushroom was forgotten in an instant, kicked, torn, and cast aside as he delved into this spout of roughhousing.

He too, had missed this.

He rose a leg to plant a foot against her shoulder and shove her away, hoping to put distance between them to better prepare for the next rapid turn in her pacing, and by then his maw had split into a knowing smile of just what she sought. They could push and shove around their children with no real muster still, but with one another there was a different language and strength behind every miniscule pose.