King/Queen of the brush?

Corbin had thought climbing a bush was a great idea.  It was huge and had lots of holes that seemed a good spot to put paws.  He could get a paw on a bit of limb and twig but it didn’t seem to want to hold him up.  It should!  The logic was he wanted it to work so it should work!  Dorian probably hadn’t needed to work at being overly quiet to not get caught as Corbin was already in a stubborn fight with getting what he wanted from the bush.

One of Corbin’s paws had just found placement on a slightly sturdier bit of brush, it was wobbling under the pressure of one paw instead of flopping right away.  This would work! Then there was Dorian with his challenge, and wrapping a paw about him.  Corbin gave a pup yip as his expressions ran quickly across his face, a surprise to irritation to joy and then surprise as the boy had tried to shove back at Dorian but hadn’t thought about balance.  His paws slipped right off the rock so that Dorian would have the help of gravity to get Corbin on the ground.

Corbin would show his great fighting skills by chomping at any piece of Dorian that was closest to his mouth with his best vicious snarl.  The pup hadn’t really paid attention to the fact that Bellamy or Haydee had come out just yet.  Dorian had to lose before he could notice the rest of the world around him.

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