Understand? Terra knew that draw. It was what drew her to investigate everything she came across, sticking her head into all kinds of situations. Her curiosity shot high through the air when it came to that. There wasn't much she could share with this coyote, unfortunately, as she didn't grasp much of the weapon beyond it being like a large claw. The flash of teeth at her suggestion excited Terra, her tail picking up her pace. Yes, a battle would be nice. She was fairly confidant that she'd get out of this relatively unscathed, if slowed down by her leg, and this was exactly what she craved.
I'll be fine. Fighting might not be her expertise, but dodging death was. Terra let the remaining dagger change hands back and forth for a short time before settling down. How was she supposed to do this? Terra hadn't fought against others often, and she knew how vulnerable she was. The stance the stranger took up was much more experienced than her own, sending a chill through her. Recklessly Terra moved around, making sure she had support for her leg. Terra might be able to force herself to put weight on there for a short time, but she'd rather not. Carefully she struck forwards, a test to hit against her opponent.
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