And on that misty morning

Sedna’s kin had always been deliberate in their attacks, committed, and most were larger than she - so when the weight of the larger wolf didn’t bare down upon her shoulders or back, the Archer-Lyall was taken by surprise. The sweep knocked her leg out from beneath her, causing her to stumble, chin kissing the sand before she managed to catch herself. She was quick to get her feet back beneath herself but knew it was done now. Her head dipped submissively, though her shoulders still rolled forward defensively, not unused to her more chaotic siblings resuming a fight as soon as they felt the other’s guard was lowered enough, not that she suspected Sirius was the type for such underhanded tactics, it was just residual instinct. "Guess you win this time, huh?" There was a hint of a smirk in her tone. She had no intention of allowing herself to grow so complacent that it would always be the norm. Regardless of his judgement, least here she had room to grow.

"speech".