The north just wasn't cutting it for the female, no one was around when she needed it so she decided to head south and deeper into the lands. With spring here it should make finding someone easier, vegetation growing back and prey returning, surely it meant there would be wolves around again. So she trailed along the river, tail swinging around, swirling the scent of her in heat up into the air. Cold eyes sweeped the shoreline, ears swiveling atop her skull. Nothing. Ixora grumbled quietly to herself, ending up strolling into the water where she would then dip herself in hopes that this warmth over her body would go away.

It seemed that, for now, at least, Lyria was still lucky. She did not have to worry about such a thing yet. And, yet she was growing bored already. As she went on her way, ivory paws barely touching the ground, she smelt it. This was not her loved scent of blood, no; this was a new scent, one that she did not particularly care for. Still, curiosity led her towards the scent. Lyria would at least figure out what in the world it was. After what seemed like forever, she came across another female, in the water. The tiny demon's nose wrinkled and her vibrant gaze stared down with obvious scorn as she muttered a few words. "You smell awful."

The presence of another was noted rather quickly, the small shewolf always having her guard up even if it might not seem so. She simply padded through the water, paddling if she got in a part that was a bit deeper then walking slowly again once she felt the bottom once more. Who ended up finding her was a female, annoying little buggers they were. She commented about her scent, to which she flicked her ears and continued swimming around. "You aren't exactly roses dear." She spoke simply, little regard to carrying a conversation or even turning to the yearling. She was looking for a man, not a child to satisfy her body at this time, and thus she wouldn't spend too much energy on this one.

The other female would hardly respond, saying that Lyria wasn't exactly roses without even turning around. A part of Lyria wanted to shove this woman down, hold her un- Lyria shook her head, getting rid of such thoughts. She hadn't been in a fight for a while, and most likely rusty. Pinning her ears, her blue violet gaze narrowed. "I could attack you and you wouldn't even know it until it was too late." Yes, the tiny demon was certain in her ways, but there was no obvious sign of aggression........unless the female started the fight.

Ixora laughed, shaking her head with a huge grin. "Sure you could. Whatever helps you sleep at night." Hormones were raging, and had she not wanted to toy with the younger female the shewolf would have pounced and sunk her fangs into that delicate flesh around her throat. Continuing walking around in the water the woman would finally move to a shallow section, the water just below her chest now as she stared at the other girl with unimpressed grey eyes. "The real question is..." Her voice trailed off, the cream colored wolf moving towards the smart mouthed child. "Would you!"

Within five feet in front of Lyria, Ixora struck. The small woman charged forward, unable to pass up the chance of a smart ass spewing empty threats. Itching to taste flesh and the sweet nectar traveling through the veins. Ixora came head on, the two female same in height while Lyria appeared to weigh a little less but not by much. Tail was held out, ears back, eyes narrowed. Neck stretched forward, jaws aiming to latch onto the bottom left portion of Lyria's neck in front of the shoulder, looking to apply enough force to puncture the skin. Shoulders rolled forward, looking to recreate those folds in her neck when she[ixora] went for the bite for protection. Legs were spaced evenly and distributing her weight, abdomen tensing up. joints bent faintly.

If she did manage to make contact at all, Ixora would quickly loosen her hold but still try to hang on to whatever was in her mouth. Loosening the hold she would then try to use her back legs to shove her forward, trying to make Lyria stumble backwards by using her[ixora] weight as an advantage. As she tried moving forward, right forepaw raised, weight being distributed between the other three, and try to smash it down on Lyria's left forepaw to cause enough pain so she[lyria] would pull it away and aid Ixora in shoving her back.

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for smelling like roses dominance

Lyria would fall into her defenses easily. Her ears pressed against her skull, blue violet eyes narrowing. Her weight was evenly distributed in all four limbs, head lowering slightly to hide the tender flesh near her throat. Her tail was held out behind her, and shoulders rolled forwards, limbs bending slightly to aid her in this battle. The female's attack would hit the flesh just beyond Lyria's throat, but Lyria would wrench herself away before the attack could do as much damage as originally planned. Blood oozed from the shallow punctures. The second attack would miss, due to Lyria backing up.

Fast as the other, Lyria darted forwards to the female's left side, lunging and attempting to sink her teeth deep enough into the shoulder that it would hinder the female for a few days. If she managed to do this, the female would attempt to tighten her hold on the flesh she had.

Lyria VS Ixora for Dominance
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Injuries:: Shallow punctures in shoulder
Attacks:: Attempting to bite Ixora's left shoulder and tighten her grip.

First attack successful, Ixora was able to puncture the skin and hopefully make the surrounding area sore during recovery. But with it Lyria was able to get out of the bite, wrenching free and avoiding the shove Ixora had try to do, jaws clicked shut briefly from this, but quickly parted once more for her next move. When Lyria came back in however, she didn't attempt to avoid or counter attack the paw stomp Ixora had done. Right forepaw slamming down onto Lyria's left forepaw, enough force to cause a sharp pain and a small bit of bruising perhaps, but not enough to fracture of break.

Paw pulled back and Ixora reset herself quickly, limbs spaced evenly and joints bent. She rolled her shoulders forward and pulled her head back, tail lifting once more and eyes narrowing when Lyria came in from her[ixora] left side. Right hind-leg slid out a few inches to Ixora's right, bringing her rear end swinging so that she was angled obtusely. (position link) Quickly Ixora would duck her head, forelegs bending to bring her front half below Lyria's head. The other woman's attack would land but not in its desired spot, instead fangs sank into Ixora's upper shoulder blade. She winced between clenched jaws, the teeth puncturing skin enough to draw blood.

With her new position pretty much being below Lyria, (position link) Ixora threw her shoulders forward and tensed up her neck, ignoring the pain and would try to grab hold of the female's left elbow in her jaws. Top jaw coming on the outside and bottom right on the armpit, then would apply adequate pressure to both puncture skin and cause discomfort if it made contact. Ixora would also seek to jerk backwards with the bite, squeezing tightly and rotating her read to the left. Legs remained spaced evenly, paws moving one at a time with the head jerks.

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dominance

(note for judge; basic notes are fine, was a quick test)