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She felt her maw make the impact as her body slipped through his grasp. And where those jaws that held that bloodthirsty potential could have torn into the young coyote’s maw withheld their hunger. She held a perfect control over her body, and it was this precision that could spare or kill a life at will. But in this game, she would not kill, just as she expected such conduct for him. It was the chivalrous values, perhaps, that moved them to such equity even in war games.
But even as he rebounded, he was swift, untroubled by any shock of impact, as if he had learned to disperse it through his body naturally. It was clear that speed may have been his greatest asset, aside from any strength he would gain with full maturity. Should she meet him in battle, to be faced against him, she knew that he would be one to contend with. She was quick herself, but with his combined speed and strength, she did not doubt that he would be able to overcome her if she were not careful. But as an ally, he would be a greater asset. For his love for war was as her own, seen clearly through their eyes and maws, but also through the songs of their souls.
Cwmfen was not one to always wait for an attack, but the boy’s celerity almost warranted it. But as he attacked once more, instinctually and effectively moving for her throat, the woad marked warrior moved in, closing the distance so that she pushed her body up against his. His jaws caught her fur and skin lightly as she went by, but having closed the distance, she would have made it difficult for the opponent to maneuver. Using her greater height, the female reached around with her own jaws to grasp his ears or neck, the movement swift and powerful, but almost playful.
She felt her maw make the impact as her body slipped through his grasp. And where those jaws that held that bloodthirsty potential could have torn into the young coyote’s maw withheld their hunger. She held a perfect control over her body, and it was this precision that could spare or kill a life at will. But in this game, she would not kill, just as she expected such conduct for him. It was the chivalrous values, perhaps, that moved them to such equity even in war games.
But even as he rebounded, he was swift, untroubled by any shock of impact, as if he had learned to disperse it through his body naturally. It was clear that speed may have been his greatest asset, aside from any strength he would gain with full maturity. Should she meet him in battle, to be faced against him, she knew that he would be one to contend with. She was quick herself, but with his combined speed and strength, she did not doubt that he would be able to overcome her if she were not careful. But as an ally, he would be a greater asset. For his love for war was as her own, seen clearly through their eyes and maws, but also through the songs of their souls.
Cwmfen was not one to always wait for an attack, but the boy’s celerity almost warranted it. But as he attacked once more, instinctually and effectively moving for her throat, the woad marked warrior moved in, closing the distance so that she pushed her body up against his. His jaws caught her fur and skin lightly as she went by, but having closed the distance, she would have made it difficult for the opponent to maneuver. Using her greater height, the female reached around with her own jaws to grasp his ears or neck, the movement swift and powerful, but almost playful.