Lets Get Ready To Win

Sneaky! Her smile suddenly fell, her words lost to the wind as the male broke forward. Her eyes would darken dangerously, narrowing as lips pulled back to show off white canines. Oh this just wouldn't do! He certainly was little, wasn't he. A little...rat, or perhaps a bug. So low on the food chain she didn't even want to taste his flesh. But oh, he deserved it for how absolutely rude he had been! Her body flowed into position even before the male took his second step, her head and chin snapping low as her bared lips quirked into a smirk. Ears pulled back just as she shifted her paws, her shoulders coming forward to bunch the loose fur along her neck as she did. Her fur would piloerect, creating a soft puffy look to her otherwise sleek form. Tail would lash to show her distaste before raising in dominance as she leapt forward, aiding him in clearing the ten feet of distance. Toes and claws dug into the earth, more in anger and agitation than anything but it also aided her solid balance.

She was quick, her body built for agility, her paws barely touching the ground as she bounded. It took only a few steps before she was right on him, and before he could shove the right of his shoulder into her chest she would skid. Her front paws would move to dig into the ground as she swung her rear around, hoping to face him at perpedicular angle over something more head on. Her stance remained strong, balance equally distributed to four grounded paws as claws dug into the earth. His shoulder throw would graze over and glance off the edge of the front portion of her right shoulder, just off of her Scapula (Ref) due to her right forepaw being in approximately the same position, with only an inch or two off from where she had been before due to her skid. His teeth would reach for her elbow, and she would allow it, but only so she could snap forward with gaping jaws, hoping to dig her teeth into the flesh along the back of his neck before he even ripped away. She hoped for a solid grip, something that would allow her to control him. She wanted to taste his vile blood, wanted to cause him pain and add to his feeble scar collection.

Pain would swell along the right outter portion of her right forepaw, where his stomp nearly missed but hit reguardless. With her luck, however, wolves paws weren't entirely that...fragile, and while the crushing weight did hurt there was no twisting, there was no spraining. But oh, he would pay. With a deep growl, something with the sound of delight and anger the mixed and mingled, she would recline slightly on her back hind legs, her toes biting into the earth and tail out like a rudder. With only seconds between her bite attempt, his stomp and this movement she would reach forward with her left forepaw, hoping to snake it around his back left leg and then tug just as she moved to try and ram her chest with all her weight into his right shoulder and side halfway down his ribcage. She hoped that a leg pull from the back of his balance, the attempted forceful shove to the right front and the added aid of her extra height would allow her to compromise his balance and shove him down, topple him over to the earth where he belonged.

Ros vs. Eridanus
1/2
For spar