this ain't my first rodeo

the woman was getting desperate. Morgan could clearly see that. there was new fierceness in the way she threw herself at the piebald, an eagerness to end this now and worry later. that was a stupid move. speed eventually gave out, so plan it carefully and see what one could do with what little they had... that's what she was taught in passing. endurance was something the other had, but it didn't seem she was using it properly. as the woman reached up to grasp her throat, Morgan pulled back just in time. strands of her thick fur were probably woven into the other's teeth. she hadn't escaped totally unscathed. a few scratches would make its way to heal-town.

"that's enough" Morgan say, panting. she was reaching the end of her rope too. this was supposed to be a spar; to learn more hands on. it was clear to her that she was the victor, but she made no move to dominate the other woman. she merely stood there, a few paces away in case the other was sore about losing. "you fought very well. thanks for the spar." she attempted a wide grin, her tail slowly flowing behind in a friendly way. the piebald learned a lot and she hoped the other wasn't upset. but sometimes you lost. even she realized that.

"SPEECH"

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