Blind was eager, a quick learner, and Vesper could feel affection building up in her throat even as she made her practice attack. It had been a while since she’d built a relationship with another canine, at least not a positive one. Hell, she’d rarely run across the same wolf more than once. It was a big world, and yet she felt good about meeting the dark-furred girl again.
She could feel a wave of satisfaction as the legs jumped out of her reach; her teeth clicked together on empty air. Before she could follow up the attack, she felt jaws scrape her tail as Blind swung around. The coywolf let out a rather undignified yap as the girl pulled back on her, though she was pleased that the girl had managed to get a bite in.
Then she whirled around quickly, teeth aiming at the dark girl’s face. Hopefully she wasn’t too keen on holding her by the tail; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to let go in time to avoid getting the hybrid’s jaws knocked into her.
Afterward—her tail hopefully free—Vesper stepped back and praised, her voice a little breathy, “Good job.” She grinned broadly. “You saw an opportunity and went for it, so good job. If you manage to rip off someone’s tail, there’s gonna be a lot of blood loss. You just have to be careful of how much freedom your opponent’s got to move.”
She paused, deciding to let the girl have a break, even if they hadn’t been practicing for very long at all. Instead, she’d focus on the strategy aspect for a while, rather than make the girl think on her feet—for now. “What are some other good places to attack?” Blind should hopefully have a gut feeling about those; self preservation was in every canine’s blood, and her instinct would help fill in the gaps that a lack of experience revealed.
