Redsand Canyon No Pigmentation Givin’ You The Blues

He was going to say, Those some pretty good nicknames, snowball. Until his ass flies off the ground and lands on his back. Now she’s there giving him his own taste of medicine and taunting him like there’s no tomorrow. He can’t help the rumbling fit of laugher that breaks loose from his maw. It’s thunderous and genuine as his honey eyes crinkle up at the corners, teeth showcased impressively in a wide, mirthful smile.

She tells him that what just happened was fantastic and he can’t help but agree and give a jesting “Thank you.” Or that’s all he’s able to get out before she’s pouncing on him. He struggles to look down to her, the plume of his jaw and neck framing his face adorably. He even feels her teeth nipping and biting at his chest and the growl emoting from her throat.

He grabs her fluffy head with large paws, soft enough for her to easily pull out of his grasp,  it enough to make it seem like he’s trying to wrestle her off. His golden hues never leave her form as he smirks down at her. “Whoa, if you wanted to be on top of me all you had to do was ask.” He teases, trying to maneuver himself out from beneath her but not really trying all too hard.