Don't get me dirty

Concern knotted her brow at the callousness displayed toward the woman who didn't want to fight, but Atka kept herself uninvolved. Not that she wouldn't have helped if she thought it was the right thing to do, but because in this case she didn't know the right thing to do. The woman's over the top dramatics confused her and held her silent - there seemed to be more at play here than their cruelty, and until she knew more she could not judge. So instead she obediently followed her own opponent away slightly, and turned her attention to the girl she'd been assigned to.

Atka was older, and larger than her opponent, but this girl had the benefit of growing up in a pack where Atka had spent her whole life nearly alone - hardly anyone around to teach her anything, and less in the way of nourishing, iron-rich red meats when there were only a couple of adults to hunt, but Atka would not complain. Her violet eyes roved the younger girl as she readied herself, and made note of what she was doing. A quick glance around at the adults gave her a firmer impression - a lot of it was quite similar to hunting something that might try to fight back. Very well.

She settled herself into a hunter's stance, the closest she knew to the way the adults stood. Her weight was held balanced, evenly and lightly over all four of her paws, and her legs bent slightly, the joints loose and relaxed. Her head dropped to the level of her spine, and her ears pressed back to her skull as she'd seen the other girl do. Her eyes narrowed as her concentration focused entirely on her opponent, hackles raised not in aggression but simply because everyone else was so there must be a defensive reasoning behind it.

It seemed she was to be given the first move.

It didn't seem fair - she the larger of the two, older and yet still going first when it seemed the other girl should get a chance first, but if she argued the point neither of them would get any practice. So, moving with the swift and light motion of a hunter she attempted to close the short distance between them before, gathering her hindquarters under her - shifting her weight to her hindquarters, her tail ruddering behind her for balance, she tried to rear up, her left paw aiming to come down against the upper part of the side of Eca's right shoulder to balance herself. Her right paw she attempted to raise higher, trying to smack the bottom of her paw onto the top of Eca's muzzle and shove down, hoping with her greater height and weight she would be able to leverage Eca's head down against Eca's own chest. As Atka did this she tilted her head slightly in an attempt to face her muzzle to the right side of Eca's neck, and sought to gently grip her jaws around the younger girl's scruff halfway down her neck, her lower jaw aiming for the right side of the neck while the rest of her muzzle sought the top to squeeze together.

She didn't want to hurt Eca, so she took care with her movements, but she was just as quick and precise as she was when hunting, and her expression was of concentration rather than maliciousness.

ATKA vs ECATERINA for SPAR
Round 1/?