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Tugging he was used to, vigorous shakings he was not. The wolpertinger did let out a bit of an odd noise at it, something between a growl and a grunt of displeasure. Jove was always surprising him with new types of scrapping skills, it seemed, and this time was to not be an exception. He found it actually hard to want to keep ahold of the other boils ear at this point, tempted to let go and lung for a fluff covered throat instead, anything to get him to stop.

And then as suddenly as it started, it stopped. And then Jove tried to get away, and Mathias hung on for dear life, wishing he could chuckle when the fluffy puppy instead flopped to his side, and took that opportunity to attempt to pounce on top of him, finally relinquishing his hold on the other boils ear when he did so.

He was so ready to just scuffle in the dirt for a bit, his wings flapping at Joves little puppy face in an effort to blind or otherwise distract him.

Matty might have worried more for the teeth gnashing at his wings if he could indeed fly, but as he couldn't it didn't bother him too much to have those pointy little teeth just millimeters away from doing some debilitating damage. Growling low in his throat, a sound that was somehow equal parts playful and aggressive, he attempted to dart in for a quick n** at Jove's incredibly fluffy neck.

.....Only to find that apparently he could fly, just not in the conventional way. Feet that were kicked into his stomach combined with invisible ghosty tendrils did the trick, and for a brief moment the wolpertinger was air born, and feeling mildly startled by this realization, flapped his wings rapidly in an attempt to at least soften his fall.

It didn't exactly work. At all. He just ended up collapsing in a heap of feathers and fluff and twitching ears, his eyes closed.

With a small groan, he rolled over onto his side and just...laid there. Taking on a third year, even in natural form, had been a terrible mistake.

Jove would find himself trotting in circles around a very limp and altogether lifeless looking form. Mathias was still just lying on his side, his ears flopped over, one wing stretched out. He wasn't moving. In fact..he didn't even really look like he was breathing.

Jove's attempts at shaking him would only make his ears flop back and forth, everything just flopping around completely limp.

And then suddenly red eyes flew open, and with a growl and a flare of wings he sprung at his predatory assailant.

Ding ding, round two!

How did something that looked like it was not at all built for speed with such tiny little legs move so damned fast? Was it really just a ghost thing? Mathias let out another growl, this time in frustration, as he took off after the other boil, back legs hitting the ground with force and springing him forward in a speed that might not have matched the ghosts but came damn close. Zigging and zagging wasn't difficult for one with a mostly rabbit form, his clawed toes digging into dirt and kicking up dust and grass as he chased after him.

If only he could fly. If only he could fly he would have soared overhead and dived down from above. He began to stretch his wings, as though experimentally, because maybe today. Maybe today he would be strong enough....

But no, he knew that it wasn't true yet. He was still too small, his wings still too underdeveloped, with a chance that they never would be ready to lift him into the air.

So he did it the old fashioned way, red eyes fixated on his target, and when he thought he had a chance, he jumped, and tried to catch any part of Jove he could grab with clawed front paws....

...And promptly nose dived for the second time that day, rolling head over tail, back to his feet, and back to chasing, though now Jove was further ahead then ever, leaving a lot of ground between them to make up.

Despite that, if he could smile in this form, he would have.

Mathias had barely had time to stir from where he lay in the dirt, eager to get back on his feet and to be off again to try and make up the distance between he and Jove, when he felt something light clip him in the back. Light...but with enough force to drive him back down into the ground with a grunting noise, his eyelids squeezing shut.

Pushing himself back to his feet a second time, he whirled in place, looking for his ghostly assailant. He could only assume that Jove had come back to purposefully knock him back into the dirt after he had first tripped and fallen, and when he looked all he could really see was a path of destruction through the long grass, leading to a pup lying at it's end.

Mathias's eyes narrowed, watching the fluffy ghost carefully as he hopped towards him. Was this a ruse? Some kind of trick to throw him off? After all, Mathias himself had already done similar.....

He made a low growling noise in the back of his throat. A questioning sound, as though asking him either what he was doing, or if they were finished orrr....???

Dirt and grass and debris when flying, some of it hitting Mathias in the face, his eyes squinting against it and his head lowering slightly, a hiss escaping the back of his throat. It was at least reassuring to see that Jove was able to get up and resume a playful stance, clearly capable of continuing their little chase and tumble in the dirt, a sure sign that whatever had happened, he was fine.

But then the other boil sat and cocked his head to the side. Were they finished, then? That was disappointing, really, but Mathias also relaxed, keeping a wary eye on Jove before sitting down as well, body lowering to the ground. He couldn't even really remember why they had started all of this....

Oh right, the headbutting! But that had all been in good intent. It was Jove who had perhaps misconstrued it and turned it into a fight, a fact Mathias would need to remember for future. Eyes narrowed and ears swiveling, a silence began to stretch between them. In this form, Mathias was incapable of speech or very animate facial expressions, or even using gestures, really. He could change back, but he had left his clothes further away.....

....And then suddenly a grasshopper jumped onto the scene, right inbetween them both, and Mathias instinctively made a move to pounce on it, because food.

The last thing the wolpertinger had been expecting was for Jove's fluffy little head to slam into his own, his teeth clacking shut on nothing but air, giving the grasshopper ample opportunity to nonchalantly hop away from them both, as though completely unaware of it's near-doom.

Mathias himself was only lucky he had his horns, and a thick skull to go with it. While Jove was the stronger of the two, headbutting was just something that wolpertingers of all ages did, and while it smarted, he was able to shake it off, backing up while giving Jove a deadpan stare.

Though there was just something about his friend that he could not remain angry with, and the expression quickly faded. If he could have laughed in this form, he likely would have, as well as taking the time to rub at the sore spot at the center of his forehead. As it was, he could only twitch his nose, and let out another questioning growl, before giving his head a small shake and turning to hop away, sniffing at the air as he attempted to locate where he had left his clothing along with his skull pin, so he could shift back to student form.