It’s such a catchy song

If only that fucking cloud would shift... Not that it would help her much. Silver eyes may have run in her family, but it was also well known that those who had them, had worse vision than the ones that did not, day or night, and so she had always had to compensate with her other senses. Still, any advantage would help.

Sedna finally found purchase in what she could only assume was a shoulder, and she tried to hold on for dear life. In a usual spar, she would hold tight, and try not to break the skin, but under the circumstances... The Archer-Lyall held on for dear life, and then some, whipping her head as the paw pushed into her shoulder to pull away, the satisfying taste of blood on her lips. Being at a size disadvantage was still new to her, this was more like fighting a young bear, but faster and with no way to know what had set it off.

With distance now between them, she tried to catch her breath, sides heaving in the dark as she mentally took note of the few small scrapes she had collected so far. The Archer-Lyall could see a shadow circling, and did her best to keep eyes on it. It was hard enough in the night time greyscape, was he black? Or white? Or maybe even shades of grey like her? It was impossible to tell. Not that a description would matter if she didn’t make it out of here alive.

The crunch of sand gave his charge away, she dipped, hoping to come up from underneath and land teeth in the larger wolfs neck or throat, but she misjudged and the burning sear of a tooth dragging past her eye was all the warning she had. Her only option as the weight collided with her front on was to open her paws out wide and hang on for all she was worth. Her rear legs jarred, even as they slid through the sand. She refused to die like this! Opting instead to strike out blindly in the dark for all she was worth.

"speech".