Satisfaction and pride swelled in the pup’s body as Sekhmet rolled onto her back. Under his paws she continued to attempt to roll him off her. Her paws pushed at him and scraped at him. With every flail he nipped back at the big paws that assailed him. At the time he sat on her, defending his position against her paws. The more she struggled the more and more off balance he become. At last she pushed him off her and sent him tumbling into the grass. Quick as he could be he was back on his feet again.
His eyes narrowed at her. Refraining from attacking again he studied her with a calculating look in his young eyes. She was different from his family. She fought back against him. Not only these things but she was pleasing to his eyes and interesting to look at. He let out a sharp exhale from his nose and sat once again. This time he did not sit on her. She had proven herself not a complete waste of his time, nor this space. His head tilted slightly. Possibly if the others of the pack or of the family deemed her worthy they would have her stay. The creamy tip of his tail flicked once and he glanced over her again. Once more his teeth bared for a second in a warning not to attack him again, since he had already shown he could best her, or so he believed. He then got to his feet, picked up his rotting prize. Looking back at her he shook the rabbit again to try to entice her into chasing him or trying to grab the hunks of flesh from his jaws. Either way he tried to lead her deeper into the plain packland. Would they not be pleased if he was able to bring someone home to them? This would surely guarantee a place within the pack for him. He would climb himself into a rank quickly with this sort of prize following behind him.