Kick them wicked things

The audible Oof that was forced out of Ulric's mouth made Eska laugh mid-fight. She just couldn't help it. It was so difficult to take him seriously. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her and so it made the spar much less real than an actual fight would be. If she was fighting for her life, Eska's fighting style would be drastically different. That was why she preferred fighting off predators to hone her skills rather than spars. This did allow her to get some hot and heavy contact with her mate, however, so she wasn't complaining.

Ulric didn't seem to think that the situation was as funny as she did and he instantly got back into the fight. Eska used the mans size against him and pivoted her smaller form around his side, ducking enough to let his paw slide down and over her head as she back tracked. With his paw still needing to land and his neck arched downwards with the end motion of his intended bite, Eska leaped forward, aiming to wrap her forelegs around his thick neck as she opened her jaws to bite his ear. Gently though. She didn't want to hurt him.

"Eska"