Being Chased By My Imagination

*Anaeia*

The moment the scarred woman's paw wrapped around Anaeia's the girl wanted to leap away in fright, scared that the woman would suddenly grab her by the scruff and slam her into the ground. Body froze up, going tense in preparation of teeth meeting her flesh but after a moment or two and hearing the wolf's voice, the young girl would look up hesitantly. Body had cowered low to the ground with tail tucked so far between her legs that it was brushing her stomach, and ears flattened to the point where it looked like she didn't have any there.

The woman said to let go, to which the girl quickly obeyed, crawling back and away from the wolf as if she had been scolded. She wanted to stop this, and asked if the girl had any formal spar training at all. All the girl could do right now was shake her head, slowly lifting herself up, feeling it was okay now and they wouldn't carry through with the fight thankfully. "N-no... none..." She spoke quietly, lowering her skull and refocusing her mismatched eyes on the woman's paws.

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