Here Goes Nothing!

"Amachi...I wish I could say the same. But things are different now." Her legs spread evenly apart, her tail swept out and aligned perfectly with her spine as her head lowered too. Her chin tucked closer to her breast, her hackles bristling as they made her already fluffy form look even fluffier. Her ears pinning, hiding among the long fur of her body, amber gaze narrowing in on the larger female. Her muzzle wrinkled as her somewhat yellowed fangs bared, toes spreading as her claws bit the earth for traction. Her legs were bent slightly, weight evenly distributed as she rolled her shoulders forward and pulled her head back slightly to roll the fatty layers of her scruff.

Even though Amachi didn't smell of a pack anymore, she knew not that Amachi had decided to abandon Sin after the siege that took place. All she knew was that the woman had left to follow him, and had now decided to show up after Arian's death. That memory alone was raw enough to make her growl, and now she would be fueled with it. With the rarity of anger in her life, she was pretty angry now.

Without waiting further, Avalon kicked off and attempted to close the distance between them. When she came within two feet, she opted to sidestep once to her right, the point of her left shoulder aiming to thrust out into Amachi's throat. She hoped to make contact, her broad chest seeking to slam into The left side of Amachi's upper chest to bruise her as much as she could, while her shoulder aimed a choke slam into the woman's throat. A snarl ripped from her maw, taking her by surprise for a moment, but it didn't stop her.

Next, in one fluid motion, she attempted to snake her right forepaw around Amachi's left foreleg, aiming to pull it towards her and potentially unbalance the woman, if not compromise it. Hopefully her claws would be able to rake the inside of Amachi's left foreleg as well, though she wasn't too hopeful on that. Lastly, her head tilted to her right as sher jaws sought to move left, aiming to grip Amachi's head in her teeth. Her top fangs sought to grip right behind Amachi's left ear, and her bottom fangs sought to place a firm grip just below Amachi's lower jaw on the left side. The least she could do was try to puncture her face, maybe even puncture the thinner skin that hid the bottom hinge of the larger woman's jaws. She was furious yes, so she wouldn't realize her potentially violent actions just yet.