J'adore hadn't fared well against the female, but then again he had been trying to use his size to an advantage. Though he wasn't that large of a male. slightly smaller than average. Both Italian and Iberian wolves usually were. He reeled backwards from the jab to his shoulder, stepping a few paces away ashe collected himself. He lowered his head, loosened his tight shoulder, the one still sore from the border skirmish and the one that Aeron had also hit. He flewed his paws, digging them into the ground for added effect.
He used his hind legs to push forward, a short burst of speed to get some power behind his swift, usual attack. First he aimed for Aeron's legs, he had assumed since the assalt on his shoulder that it would be smart to keep her legs away from him. He then moved so that his legs were restricting her leg movement, finally he held he upper body down and lower his head to look at her for a moment. He would not show any 'mercy' for the woman, she was trained and he assume that meant she was capable of helping herself.
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