That would be enough

Mortis gave a sharp nod of understanding. He had learnt that lesson with Asla, who had scolded him something terrible when he had taken it easy on her. The fight started in earnest after that, with Briar leaping forward, antlers out. Now they they were fighting, Mortis flared out his wings and arched himself to his full height. Going for intimidating as she brought her antlers to the fore. He grinned at her, quick and easy as he lashed out with a wing in an attempt to smack the side of her head, going around the wings. It was an advantage of reach reach most wolves did not have. In order to give it his all as she deserved, it meant utilizing that strength.

Her paws scratched against his front legs and he pranced to the side, flicking his wings around her head again in an attempt to confuse her sensors and distract her. He started to bring his weight forward to pounce her, but then halted half way through the motion. Almost toppling over as he rebalanced himself. "Did you hear that?" He asked, looking over Briars shoulder in concern. "That sounded like a Saber cat." They hadn't returned to the Armada since that night the camp was ambushed...