the baddest

Gossamer relished the feeling of a successful pounce. She'd spent much of her early life hunting tails and anything else that dared to move in her presence. While not the biggest, she was not particularly small either and she enjoyed the slight advantage it gave her in wrestling. Her long arms wrapped around the base of her sisters neck, her heels trying to dig into her sister's side to help hold on while her teeth nested in her sister's fur. She knew better than to bite fully with her monstrous fangs, not that she really could at this point. She was still learning how to use her teeth in combat.

Gossamer growled, pretending she was a fierce and mighty warrior despite the growl coming out more like rumbling squeak. She felt her sister's hind leg connect with one of hers and the smaller girls claws scraping across her ankle. "Ow! Hey, no claws!" Gossamer's statement came at the cost of her teeth no longer being at her sister's scruff but she still had her arms wrapped around the smaller girls neck. "I'll get off when you declare me the winner!" She wasn't going to give up her victory that easily.