Golden Glade Could've been the Willie Nelson

With a goofy expression, he grinned over the rabbit's fur, assuming that Wraen would make a grab for it and they could play a game of tug-o-war. He issued one more low, pleading whine, and suddenly, she disappeared from his sight. His expectations were foiled when she suddenly grabbed him by the baggy skin near his shoulders, and he uttered a soft woof of surprise. He was caught, sure- but that didn't mean he wasn't going to take complete advantage of the situation to grab Wraen right back. 

With her head lowered, he figured he could use his prone position to pull her to the ground as well, reaching out with his legs and hoping to grab Wraen about her shoulders, and with a brawling heave, he rolled to the side- figuring that if nothing else, he could drag his Sovereign both to the ground, and to his side where he could bathe the soft fur between her ears with slobbery licks of his tongue.