Post by kochaveatscake on Feb 12, 2016 17:06:07 GMT -5
As soon as the male jumped off her, Kochav scrambled to her paws and faced him. She let out a titter as she gazed mischievously at Souma, cooking up another scheme. As she contemplated, her frontal paws absent-mindedly dragged across the dirt. Then, with anewed determination blazing in her eyes like miniature Suns, the lass charged at him yet again. It took barely a moment for her to get up, think a bit, and proceed to bolt towards her opponent. If he and her collided with one another, the she-wolf would try to climb ontop of his relatively small body and begin beating him with well-aimed paws. If not, she would probably turn abruptly and make another attempt.
