Shrike would let out a little “oaf” as his father lowered himself so that their bellies were touching. Well, more like his father’s was holding him in place. Shrike would give a playful growl in response, wiggling his butt in the dirt as he tried to adjust himself so he could get a nip at his father’s flank. But Bass would adjust his leg so that wasn’t an option, and the young male would pout slightly at his plan being so easily foiled. But would he give up? Never! “You wait and see!”
He couldn’t help but let giggles escape his maw though when Bass began to nip at his belly and throat. It was just play, so the bites weren’t hard enough to draw blood. His bi-colored eyes would shine happily, though he was determined to not let his old man get the best of him. The first problem would be finding a way up.
Shrike would move his back legs up, trying to move them under Bass and push him off with them. He thought about kicking them out like a rabbit might, but he didn’t want to run the chance of accidentally hurting his dad. If he could just could just push Bass backwards, enough to get the front half of his own body up, then perhaps he’d have a chance at turning this little game around!
