Blackfeather Woods Dancing on my grave

Too slow. He pounced but Awronwyn dodged him just in time leaving Damien's jaws to clutch on fur as she once again danced away from him. Her swiftness was what Damien needed to work on, if not gaining some himself, he would need to learn hos to deal with those blessed with it. But for now he had to rely on his field of expertise, which the female pleased innocently enough. Direct combat, where he could use his bulk to overpower his opponent was what the Dark Prince did best, and Aeronwyn went directly for his scruff. Damien let her grasp, which gave him enough time and space to do exactly the same. He did not go for blood, the rules forbid it, so instead he pushed her back trying to rule the much smaller female down.