And on that misty morning

It went against survival instincts to face a fight that was so clearly stacked against her, and if the leader hadn’t already earned some measure of trust with the Archer-Lyall, then she might have turned tail and run, but this was merely a test, and you couldn’t always pick and choose your fights. None of her trepidation would show on her face though, she’d long since learned to stamp that down. Instead she sauntered to the ring, keeping her movements loose so her muscles wouldn’t lock. It wouldn’t do to zig, when she wanted to zag. Given this was just a test, and she did love a good scuffle, she couldn’t keep the ghost of a grin out of her eyes.

At a glance it would seem her only real option would be to try and get under his feet to try and trip him up, but she was sure that he was used to those sort of tactics so instead she decided to tackle her problem head on. He may have had to dip his head for her to reach his chin, but if she dipped down, and then up, their chests might collide affording her a bite to the leaders shoulder or base of his neck where the fur and skin were thickest. Whatever she got a hold on she would grip like her life depended on it.

Sedna wasn’t after blood, just to prove a point. She never did like to pussyfoot around anyway.

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