He growled and snarled as much as she did, their teeth clashing, her body pinning him down. Or he should say he let her pin him down because if he'd wanted to get up, she didn't have enough weight to keep him on his back.
After a vigorous workout, she lay beside him, and they watched the creek rumble by and the breeze rustling the leaves of the forest around them. Leaving the pack to get away would never be the same if he didn't have Cassie by his side.
She leaned against him and laid her head on her paws and then closed her eyes. He licked her ear but continued to watch their surroundings, ever watchful.
And when Cassie woke, she rose, a little stiffly, he thought and stretched. Then they both raced into the creek to hunt fish for dinner.
He was so busy observing her and the way she focused on the water, watching for a chance to catch her prey, that when she caught one, he realized he should have been fishing, too.
