Dancers and Highsteppers [Amos]

Another touch was granted to her as her canines grazed Amos’ flank. As Amos shifted to thwart her positioning attempt, though, he wasn’t as well rewarded in her attacks as she had been initially in the spar. She managed to bump him with her left shoulder. The touch was so light she was certain she hadn’t gained even a slight bruise.

She swiftly resettled her weight to all four limbs as her left forepaw missed his hock and returned to the ground, her headbutt also having borne no fruit from her effort. Instead, as he rose onto his hind legs, she saw an opportunity and took it swiftly as he angled to his own left—her right.

She swerved to her own left, aiming to duck low and put herself directly beneath Amos – her rump beneath his chest, and her head below his belly – as she strove to lunge forward, claws digging into the soil for traction and propulsion, tail remaining tucked to guard against his jaws as she aimed to drive the whole front of her right shoulder into the front of Amos’ left hind hock, aiming to knock him completely off his feet.

With her dash beneath Amos, his front end fell instead upon her rump, his forelegs only gaining a grip around her waist

Her movement meant his bite had been completely evaded as, during her attempt to slam into his left hind leg, she simultaneously sought to snake her head to her left, jaws parting as she aimed to wrap her jaws around Amos’ right hind leg, just above his hock, seeking to place her canines behind his Achilles tendon – not wishing to damage him for real, naturally – and gain a tight grip on his right hind leg between her jaws, with which she hoped she might be able to further topple him.

Her hackles were raised, paws braced beneath her frame to bear the larger wolf’s weight on her back. Her ears had remained pinned throughout the spar, but she flattened them even harder for good measure as she kept a peripheral eye on him through narrowed sapphire and sky-blue eyes.

She was deeply enjoying her spar with him. It was refreshing to face someone other than her own father or her cousin Paladin, and she was reveling in the need to think quickly on her feet and try out new moves.

Extra Notes: Round Threeeee!!! Aurielle's very first real spar is done :D You've done great, Mon!

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