And on that misty morning

It seemed her head on attack had taken the leader by surprise, and perhaps her initial assessment was correct. Sedna smiled around the fur in her mouth but it was quickly wiped away when the larger wolf rose up. Her front paws lifted from the ground involuntarily and she could see the leaders large paws rising in her peripheries, quickly relinquishing her hold on his shoulder to steady her own feet against the sand, she splayed them wide to brace against the inevitable weight that would try to push her into the ground. She growled her defiance, teeth aiming for the thinner skin at the pit of an arm, hoping an unanticipated pinch would be enough to keep her face out of the dirt. She wouldn’t allow herself to go down so easily.

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