“/So/ easily distracted. Why, if I threw a stick right now, you”d be off after it, and leave poor me behind, neglected.” Summer laughed, leaning forward with his weight gently on top. Mischievously, she rolled one shoulder, causing him to slide sideways.
He pouted and resisted the urge to fold his arms across his chest in defiance, instead nipping at the curve of her shoulder. “I’m not exactly like a dog, you know.” He chuckled and then squeaked as he slipped slightly, managing to clutch at her hips to straighten up. “Minx.”
Giggling, she said, “If I didn’t know you were a werewolf, I wouldn’t think of you as a dog at all. You’re really much more catlike. Or maybe foxlike, all mischief and slyness.” She peeked over her shoulder at him. “Are you playing, or are you going to finish back there?”