can't sleep, countin sheep

The loss of her mother had hit the shimmering so much harder than she’d been prepared for. To say she wasn’t handling it well in her own time would be to tell a lie. She didn’t know what to do. So much of her wanted to scream and never stop. But the training drilled into her by her father for so long…

A flash of blue brought her attention swinging around as she sat in one of the sentry shelters, gazing out. She should have caught the wolves traipsing over her border well before now. But the haze of grief…. It took over sometimes.

Fury slipped through her veins in a flood of ice, and she slid from the shelter and dropped silently to the outside of the wall, trotting around to slip through the passage and falling in behind, but trailing after the familiar, cosmic blue form of Jupiter. Loshir, ever present at her side and forever loyal, bared his teeth as he slid after her, silent distaste on his features.

She waited for several strides, well hidden in the ash-laden plains grasses, until she could guess what he was after, before she circled around, nodding to Loshir in a silent gesture to circle the opposite way and wait. In a burst of speed, she bounded forward on silent paws, low to the ground until the last few strides, pushing off at the last few feet to launch herself at Jupiter’s right side with all the tenacity and force of a Belgian Malinois, hoping to send him staggering as she sought to collide with him.

She didn’t hold back the efficient slash of her canines for the lower right side of his neck, aiming to score a deep pair of lacerations as she threw her left shoulder forward, aiming to drive the point into his ribs, just behind his left foreleg, simultaneously aiming to hook her right foreleg around the front of his right fore’s ankle and drag it out from under him, her weight shifting to her other three legs as her long-haired tail swept out like a banner for balance.

All of this was done without a single snarl or rumble—she simply remained silently and efficiently vicious in her attempt to topple the taller trespassing male under the icy fury. Her features were formed into the defensive snarl, but the chill in her eyes – the glazed fury – made it difficult to know what she planned to do with him if he lost.

Aurielle Rhiannon Marie Adravendi vs (Jupiter Aeris) for (Dominance?)
Round 1x3
Age: 1+
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed leather bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather torso armor
Battle Mutation 1: Long Upper Canines (Offensive)
Companion 1: Mountain Lion (Battle)

Skills: Expert Intellectual & Advanced Fighter
Specialty: N/A

ooc notes: lemme know if I did the form wrong at all ^^

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think