Making promises

Yara leaped forward, aiming a strike at his shoulder. Bringing her into the circle of his reach. She was a smaller wolf, and clearly aiming towards agility. But there would always be a danger in striking at large wolves in a frontal attack. Shifting her momentum to push off him again gave him the opportunity in the moment it took to change direction. He let her have the hit, knowing that short victory gave him his opening. He snapped his own teeth towards the scruff of her neck.

Her shorter height put it at a good range for him to grab. At the same instance, he shifted his weight and lifted one front foreleg. He moved to catch it behind her own slimmer limb. If his hits landed, he would only hold for one short moment and release. Just a reminder of the explosive speed of a larger wolf when given the opportunity.


"Basilisk"