(I know I have to have Paytah loose- I can't imagine how dented his pride will be....

)
~Paytah skitttered aside, his flank stinging from Smoke's accurate barrage of bites. He gnashed his teeth together in the very same rage than pulsed through him like the wildfires that were so familiar to the horses; he loped in a tight circle around Smoke, his back hooves flailing out in high arches, along Smoke's legs, as he drew closer.
We're just playing like colts. Neither of us is really fighting, Paytah realized, but made no move to fight closer combat.~