Seize the bay!

Since Dusk was standing fairly still, the little wolf clanging back and forth between her legs didn't do much other than make her sway a bit. A keen eye noted the handle on her opponents back. Wait... a handle? Who would put a handle on their back?! Dusk adjusted her hold and grabbed said handle, attempting to use her superior height and strength to lift the colorful wolf off of its paws and into mid-air.

Dusk's gaze intercepted that of her canine companion and she gave a look of "What do I do with this?" Jet just shrugged and shook his head, clearly having no idea either. Did she... just hold it until it stopped kicking? Did this mean that she won? Coal flittered down and landed on the Tojo wolf's head, giving her a peck between the ears as if telling her to stay still. Dusk wheezed around the handle in her mouth. Well... this was interesting.

"Dusk"