Firefly Glen keep your head up, keep your heart strong.

Fig knew she wouldn't just sit quietly and take her head rubs. He didn't fight her attack, though. He fell backwards from her weight, shooting out a forearm to catch himself before he completely tumbled to the ground. He swung his other arm over her back and tried to pull her down, reaching with opened jaws for her scruff while he snarled playfully. It did not help his balance, but he tried to keep himself upright using her as his crutch. It was a terribly idea, really, for she was still moving, and suddenly his shoulder collided with the ground as he wrapped both arms around her.