Firefly Glen in nineteen hundred and nineteen ninety-nine

Each tiny bite elicited an appropriate giggle. It reminded her somewhat of the first meeting she'd had with Astaroth, though the implications were notably different. Ying watched him circle around and did the same, trailing behind him in a careful semi-circle.

His tail was her first target. Ying moved forward, aiming for a small hit at the base between spine and tail. If successful, she begin to tug, hoping to loosen his footing.