Blackfeather Woods You ain't seen nothing yet

Astrid liked to believe she was perfect and all would come her way and did therefore not worry about a fighting style. She did whatever worked, whether gracefully or cruel. However, the sudden head bonking had not been part of her brilliant plan - yet it was effective. She shook her head with a tiny growl, trying to shake away the dizziness with force, but somehow it only made it worse. She had landed on the ground but soon rose to her tiny feet, snickering as Abraxas finally went away. Fine, if he did not want her protection, so be it. It wasn't like she liked him anyway - she mostly did it for mother. 

With muzzle and fluffy tail raised, she turned and padded away. Perhaps that annoying wolf that was always asking for her attention would have some praise for her today. Her head still hurt, but she did not dare let it show as she sought out Damien.