Its just a little snow

Too focused on the battle, Wren let the comment slide. Her eyes were already squinted due to snow and for protection, so she let the bite be. There was a heavy presence there, and a subtle annoyance... but no blood had been drawn. Directly below the woman's throat now, she lashed out in an attempt to headbutt the breath out of her.

It was a singular moment; if it worked or not, she recoiled her skull back to where it had come from. The snow was turning to slush; it'd be easy to get unbalanced. The reddish wolf seemed to know this, for she tried to swipe Wren's paws from under her. She quickly tried to shift weight to her front, slamming into the snow and earth. Trying not to be dislodged.

Wren dropped her jaws and snapped at the reddish wolf's paw. She aimed to grab it and pull.

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