She was purring? Tilting his head he watched her carefully wondering what her game was. She couldn’t have given up this easily. No one he’d met who was mischievous ever did and she seemed to fit that bill. Eyes still slightly narrowed the foxfire slowly fizzled out and dissipated. There was no need for it now that he knew she was messing with him in some way.<br/><br/>His paw lifted, all his paws did one at a time as she passed between his legs. He didn’t like it and he would have done something but she’d stopped before he’d become too annoyed. Normally he was a calm creature but she, there was something that he couldn’t place and it was bugging him. His head tilted again when she rested beneath him wondering what she was doing when he felt her grow.<br/><br/>Paws wiggled a little in confusion as she moved a small little yip leaving him when he fell. He did not like that one bit. Raising himself from where he’d fallen he licked his paw and shook off the brush on him. His tails twitched as he watched her. A small grin played on his lips as he pulled on his power over this wood. If she wanted to play a game, so could he. She seemed to enjoy running a marathon of sorts. What would she do if he messed with some of the obstacles? He could make them as large or as small as he wanted. This was his woods, he could control things here.