Bylgja is laughing, her voice deep and thunderous, as the two grapple at one another. Her tail's wagging; her eyes are bright, delighted. That tattooed face is split into a cheeky grin, the joy at the tussle entirely just... not hidden at all; there's no reason for her to high it. This is a friendly tussle, after all. They're not rending skin and breaking bones; this is a bloodless little wrestling match, which suits her just fine. The pup is all up on her, and Bylgja laughs once more before she twists, trying to deny the girl her scruff-bite. It doesn't quite work, unfortunately, and Bylgja feels the gentle little pinch of the scruff clasp.
In turn, she twists her own body, because she doesn't mind the pinch so much; she begins to writhe a little, seeking to knock the other woman off balance with the wriggling motion, making it hard to keep a hold of her. As she does, Bylgja does a little bunny-hop motion, working to make it harder to keep balance on her own feet, but it's worth it for the chance to dislodge this particularly fun-having "dance" partner.
She's grinning, not even trying to get a return scruff bite, just trying to toss the other gal onto the ground. Take that, kid!
"Bylgja"
