The Tangle X

Given no reason to doubt the innocence of his actions, Chacal pledged herself completely to the invitation to play and she tipped gleefully when he bolted toward her. The gold-spun fur of her shoulders lifted and bounced as she bounded toward him, keeping her eye on him as the gap between them closed. 

He nipped and she whirled, springing away from him when she might’ve otherwise collided with him entirely. She felt a whoosh of air brush over her shoulder, and giggled. She looked over her shoulder only to see he had drawn away- but that wouldn’t do. 

But rather than charging directly toward him, she began a more unexpected approach- and began to bound in fast circles, attempting more or less to spin her way toward him, making herself both giddy and dizzy in the process.