We move like cagey tigers

A pink spotted brow rose when she said she would come with her regardless, her shortened tail giving a pleased little wiggle. That had been a lot easier than she had anticipated. Her grin grew when the smaller woman took her up on her invitation to a race, bending her limbs and dropping her head and shoulders in anticipation of the go. The nip to her shoulder was met with a shove and a swipe of her giant feline paw. She never promised that she wouldn't race dirty as she tried to use her long legs to her advantage. Slipping on the turn around, her hip hit the arch but she managed to get her limbs back beneath her, ears pinned back and tongue flying free as she stretched out in a wild gallop to the finish line.