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The moment Jiva wrestled back the game was on. She had succeeded in shoving him away and standing up but when she went to bite for his nape he managed to snag the tuft of her cheek, and they were locked for a moment each with a mouthful of each other. They couldn’t move their heads like this, and Titania couldn’t really wriggle free without letting go of the scruff he had, so she started walking in a circle to push him around and try to wrench her face free of his mischievous teeth. Her tail curled high and waggled on occasion, and she grumbled little harmless grunts and growls.
Finally after twisting around in a circle once she let go of his neck, now sufficiently coated in slobber, and pulled herself from his grip. Her paws drummed on the ground as she put about ten feet between them and then she wheeled around and face him, dipping her chest and beating her paws on the ground in the universal signal for “play”. Then she charged forward, barreling straight at her cousin. He could either turn tail and run, or they could clash. His choice.
“That’s it cousin!” She threatened playfully as she charged at him. “You’re going down!” If he met her head on, she was ready to throw her weight into him and shove him to the ground to try to pin him and win this bout, but if he ran she would give chase. She didn’t know which one she wanted to happen more. Her tongue lolled out of the side of her muzzle and she had a wolfish grin even as she came at him.
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