Basically, he was a proud papa without even an egg yet to croon over. So Natara was hearing every bit of it. At least he knew better than to bother Dolcekil with his boasting. But SHE hadn't stopped hearing about it since he came back from the run.
So she was doing her level best to wear him out today, and remind him that there were plenty of things that he couldn't do, and being proud of succeeding in reproducing was a little silly. They had started with tag, and even with her limited to staying on the ground, and outside, the game had been so uneven that they had stopped quickly. Of course he couldn't turn and maneuver like she could. He could spend all day following his prey, and any human target they were tracking would be worn out long before he would, but Atumra couldn't keep up with Natara's ability to dodge unless she was already worn out.
So they moved on to a kind of wrestling they were developing together. Atumra had to pin her down and hold her there without hurting her. No teeth, no claws, not enough of his weight to crack bones. Just immobilize. So far he hadn't even had to worry about how much of his weight to use, since she kept slipping away from him. Still, they probably made an amusing sight, day wher and handler roughhousing in the Weyr Yard on their off day. She'd honestly been expecting comments all day, but so far people just shook their heads and moved on.