Blacktail Deer Plateau woke up on the wrong side

Pfft, this is fun >:D Roll here, on which Finley gets her tail served on a brindle platter.

Well, she got him to stop smiling—because her teeth snapped at air. Then his arms were on her in a headlock and his teeth clamped her scruff. Always the damn scruff. Finley jerked her head but Donovan’s grip was solid; a growling huff of frustration escaped her. Out of practice. Weak.

If Donovan had been leader she might have dropped then and there—but he wasn’t, and she refused to do him the favor of backing up. Still snarling wordlessly Finley pushed against him, trying only to stay steady on her paws. If he would just leave an opening…