Prized Pooch

Hanako huffed and puffed, fur ruffled as she stared up at him. She didn't want to get into a tussle, knew she wouldn't win and was starting to feel cornered. Like she had no choice, never had one really. Shooting him the dirtiest look she could muster, Hanako took a step back. One of defeat and to give herself a little more room, cause she felt like she really needed it.

"I don't like you." She squinted at him, doubling down on petulance as that was all she had left at her disposal. "And you're a slow runner." Naturally she had to throw that back in his face, she'd never let it go since she was holding this stupid leash thing over her head. Was only fair, right?