He grinned, certain that his tricks were working on the female as he moved back and forth back and forth. He nipped readily at her elbow, leaping backwards at the sound of her yelp. He grinned triumphantly, tail beating the air slowly behind his broad back. A muffled woof of surprise broke from his lips when he felt her teeth upon his back, gripping his dense pelt. He writhed and twisted, paws stepping between her own to try and trip her so he could regain the upper paw. If it were a battle of wills the stubborn man was sure to win, after all, was it not he who clung to his dark past so desperately even after having left his homeland? When he had little else to fear? And was it not he who saw fit to argue with the only few friends he had over the use of commonplace items? Namely a knife? Yes, he was an unyielding sort.
He turned his head, trying to reach her, connect with something -anything, but she was at such a position that it made getting a grip on the slippery little coyote near impossible. That still did not stop his gaping jaws from snapping open and closed with a soft clipping noise. It was little use and he soon found himself diving into the snow, hoping that at least would shake her. His tongue spilled out, tasting the cold flakes as they melted against the heat.
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