painted red and brown

It was an awkward dance, but it worked. He could do little else than shove against her. She grinned through the bruising and subtle pain, holding his scruff tightly. Ghoul tried to shove back again, holding his ground against her weight. Thankfully he was larger, as stated, so it wasn't a big problem for him.

For her? She used all the energy she had to keep herself leaning against him. Wren let a bit more weight she held back go into him. Her paws tangled with his own as he wrapped around her. Refusing to let go until a clear winner was made. She didn't blame him. Both of them were inexperienced with sparring.

Maybe that'd change one day. Who knew what the future held? With her limbs tangled, it was a matter of holding on.

"Speech"