Spinning out of control

Uh oh... she knew he was planning something the moment he uttered those three words. She wisely kept her mouth shut, narrowing her eyes at her captor as he he hatched diabolical plans, and she tried to guess them.

She watched as his eyes fell upon her bag, and she startled. No. He wouldnt. Her whole life was in that bag, he could break something, ruin her lifes work. Game or no, she was not letting him anywhere near that satchel.

The larger wolf turned himself onto his back, holding her to his stomach. It was a strange pose, and in other circumstances she might be tempted to bury herself in the warm parts of his coat and go to sleep.

Instead, she needed to think fast. She contemplated threatening to die his fur pink in some undetermined point in the future. In the end, she went for the one weapon she had in her arsenal. Pushing with all her might with her bag feet, digging them into his sides, she managed to pull herself forward, just a bit and shove her face into his. Knocking her muzzle against his, she would start to kiss him. Without much practice in these sort of things, she decided to experiment, adding a bit of tongue to fully distract the other wolf.