Over And Done With

The nerves were strong with this one, but she kept her amusement veiled as he spun to face her, and even when he seemed to realize that she would be the one he'd be sparring, the gentle smile never grew into a grin that he might see as patronizing. "Remember your defenses."

With that gentle reminder, she charged, seeking to close the distance between herself and Miksa as swiftly as possible, defenses settling into place within the first and second strides. Her hackles rose from the base of her skull to the base of her tail as her head and tail flowed smoothly into line with her spine. Her paws fell into a balanced, squared spread, toes spreading to widen her balance, claws grabbing for turf under her feet as she tucked her chin, flattened her ears, narrowed her eyes and bared her teeth in a silent snarl, chin tucking against her throat to guard her vitals. Her hocks and elbows bent slightly to lower her center of gravity, with the added use of loosening her joints for movement as her abdomen tightened, her shoulders rolled forward and her neck scrunched backward, and her scruff rolled into place over her neck to guard the sensitive vertebrae and nerves against teeth.

She sought to meet Miksa head on, aiming to drive the center of her chest squarely into his in a forceful ram, wishing to knock him back as her jaws parted, bared canines seeking a hold upon Miksa's muzzle as her head tipped to her right, aiming to fasten her upper canines on the left side of his muzzle and her lower canines around the right side. Simultaneously, her weight canted onto her hind legs as she sought to raise her front legs and wrap her forelimbs tightly around Miksa's neck and shoulders in a bear hug, tail flicking behind her to maintain her balance as her hind paws squared under her pelvis.

She wanted to see what his instincts would bring to the surface when he was pressed. Normally, she would have taught him these moves much later in training, but this was a test to see what he could do, and where he stood in skill. Could be that he had undiscovered talent for fighting. They would just have to see.

Defenses:

Attacks:

Injuries:

Extra Notes: Ten feet of distance agreed upon between Mouser and myself ^^ *Edited round count, overseen and approved by Arin <333