03-29-2009, 07:12 PM
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He was fast, but he was not fast enough. She read his actions and moved with grace, avoiding his teeth and instead catching his muzzle. Though this stung, she had not struck hard enough to draw blood—nor did he hold his position long enough to allow such a thing. As soon as he hit the ground the coyote pinned his ears and rebounded, as if some coiled spring in his spine would not allow him to remain still.
Ezekiel rushed forward and feigned for her side, only to jerk his head towards her throat. All the while he was grinning that wide-open grin, something which he doubted he would ever grow out of. The thrill of war (even pretend) was all too engrained in his blood. [/html]