Spinning out of control

Even with his arms securely around her Riva had the gall to laugh. All that meant was that he was going to have to try harder. "Alright, you big lug of fur, you've got me. But I still won." Oh ho, was that so? Well that simply wouldn't do. The storm outside, as loud and as obnoxious as it was throwing in its hail bits and chilling rain through the root curtain, was forgotten. The game was on. "You think so?"

Still holding on firmly, Pyrrhic craned his head around in search of Riva's bag. He spotted it on the ground in front of her and sniggered to himself. He could get that. "We'll see if you're still laughing when I dump that sludge over your head. Now won't we?"

He was going to do his best to hang onto her while got close enough to the bag to grab it. With both forelegs occupied this was going to be tricky, but he was going to make it work. Pyrrhic rolled over onto his back, hopefully with Riva still pinned to his chest, and then used his hind legs to kick himself around so that his head was pointed in the bag's direction. Then he started to worm his way over to it. Let her keep laughing. The less resisting she did the quicker he'd get to the bag.