[Training] you are iron

Amalia Still sitting on a shelf and never Never seen the sun shine brighter Something in her submission seems to set him at ease, and Amalia is glad of it, raising her head up in an attempt to land a lick on his cold black nose after her snowy sneak attack lands. Except that he is quick to retaliate; the leopardess squeaks her indignation as she takes a pawful of snow directly to her face, flailing paws as if to ward off the onslaught, amusement rampant in her mind. Swiftly the girl jumps to her feet, swiping a clawed paw through the snow to send another cascade his way. And then another: without rest she tries to barrage him, any snow she can possibly manage to upset flying toward the larger cat as she leaps and chases, happy to land upon him should he let her, or to simply pursue until he strikes back. And it feels like me on a good day