this ain't my first rodeo

Vera hit the larger female like a brick wall. She gasped, the air knocked completely from her lung. Okay - time to regroup. Maybe sparring so soon after washing up on the shores of this strange land was more dangerous than she'd thought. Did she ruin one of her rituals? This shouldn't be possible. Vera groaned and shook her head vigorously, trying to gather her senses. As she shook herself, she felt Morgan's hold on her neck tighten. Vera snarled, wildly wrenching herself to and fro to release her smaller body from the larger female's grasp.

If there was one thing that should still hold true, it was that larger wolves inevitably got tired faster. Vera prayed that her shake would allow her to put some distance between herself and Morgan and allow her to regroup. Seeing as they were locked in close quarters, she tried to make the most of it anyway and aim a good few bites at Morgan's nearest shoulder.