Firefly Glen Swift

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He was beginning to discover that pinning another wolf was perhaps one of his strengths and that he ought play to it more when engaged in spars, but it could be terribly tricky getting in close enough to get a grab that would get them down on the ground beneath him. The trick he'd done in grabbing her and rolling sideways with her had worked because he'd surprised her, but also because he was heavier than her and she hadn't really put up too much of a struggle. In a real fight, that probably would not have worked- but this was just fun and games, and it was nice.

He smiled and laughed when she gave in, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as he grinned victoriously. “Yes, I am. That's what you get when you mess with a guardian of the Glen,” He said. “Now. What do I win, now that I've got you here?” He asked, turning his muzzle to the side and presenting his cheek to her, as though hint that maybe he expected a kiss in return.