Sun Mote Copse I stole this from a hockey card

Her son was an adult now- and an aspiring guardian, though she had begun to notice how much more time he was devoting to the kids, rather than training to become a mercenary. She thought perhaps that he'd gone soft- and needed a reminder of how to fight, though she had used a fairly dirty move on him. He snapped and clacked his jaws together, but she simply clenched her jaws tighter with every movement he made and as he pulled back, she pressed forward, until she had him down so that his chin touched the ground. He whimpered and clearly showed submission- but she knew he could do better than that. 

She growled, and released her grip- but only long enough to grab her son by the scruff, but high enough on his neck that she had him in a grip just behind the base of his skull- another grip with which she would be safe from retaliation, as long as she kept her legs out of his reach...Which, of course, she did. She wasn't going to take it easy on him. She stradled his shoulders and growled into his fur, pushing down on the back of his neck to see if he would at least try and fight back.