I'm too hot (hot damn)

She had managed to wipe the grin from his face with the spray of cold water from her star-marked coat, but Leto had only a moment to revel in smug vengeance before a rather devious look came over the wolf who hulked over her in the darkness, and she suddenly found far greater amounts of rain water thrown at HER from his more abundant fur. She yelped in shock and stood a moment frozen, staring at him with indignant fury writ all over her smaller form. How dare he throw water back at her? HE was the one who had trespassed in her fairly-cozy little temporary den and gotten in her way, so HE didn't have a leg to stand on here. His grin was infectious though, and she found herself reluctantly returning it as her internal struggle wavered away from the urge to bite him to something more playful. “That the way y’wanna do it, Big Guy?” she taunted, giving a second even more vigorous shake until the male flopped over in giggles, gasping out the word truce. Though it took a moment for her to translate the word through the thick lisp the male spoke in. A closer look now that her eyes had adjusted to the dark revealed that the flash of his fangs hung far below the curve of his lower jaw, and an intrigued Leto poked at the odd flat surface of the fang closest to her. “Well you are an odd one ain't ya?”