09-27-2008, 05:56 PM
He was fast, as all of his kin were, fast and agile, though not quite as agile as he would have been were he a full blooded coyote. She grazed his legs, flicked away the fur that had come with them. Hybrids were a tricky lot, there hadn't been any in her captors' clan, they consdered hybrids to be vermin of the worst sort. It depended on the attitude for her. If they sided with coyotes, they were just as bad as them, but if they sided with wolves, well, she was more open minded. The she wolf evaluated even as the male dove for her flank agan. Considering, she used her weight and went with his motion, she swung her weight into his pivoting hind legs as his fangs, diverted by her movement, hit the thick fur at her upper foreleg. Cicatrice looked back at him and lunged for his hind legs in an attempt to unbalance him.