Peace Treaty

The look on Briar's face shifted and Bowen thought that she would once again be denied. She was on the cusp of either attacking the woman herself or bursting into tears and running off like the child that she had been adamant that she was not. In the end, Briar's body shifted and she took on the fighting stance that she'd held prior. Bowen's stance was a perfect replica. See? She'd learned something. The lesson wasn't a total bust. Briar rushed her and Bowen sent a silent thanks to the gods. It was on.

As the larger fae rushed her, Bowen shifted into instinct. What did you do when someone was coming at you? You dodged. The small, agile woman delicately sidestepped her counterpart like a dancer, avoiding the bite completely. Her long tail snaked across the ground as she moved and she thought that she could hear Briar's do the same. It almost brought a grin to the russet fae's face, but she held it back. Now was the time to focus.

Briar had attacked first, so Bowen would attack second. She circled the woman slowly, running through what attacks she might be able to make. In the end, Bowen did much the same as Briar had, rushing in from the right with her mouth open to bite, but at the last moment she dropped low and pushed up with her hind paws, jaws open wide to try and grab the larger woman's throat. She wasn't trying to do lasting damage, but a fight still needed to be a fight. They'd both come out a little battered, she hoped.

"Bowen"