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Sif, ready and spoiling for a fight, saw the other's attack coming a mile away. Still, she was far too close to avoid the hit altogether. Angry jaws raked against her own, leaving scorching red welts upon her muzzle that would quickly well up with blood. And then the teeth caught on the sink at the side of her neck, clamping down and dragging her from side to side before she was able to wrestle herself free, leaving the other wolf with a sizeable chunk of fur and a smaller piece of flesh that had been painfully misplaced.

Ears pressing forward, the girl charged right back, attempting to bowl the other over by throwing her weight low against her and snapping her jaws at the other girl's belly. That way her back was bared most readily to the other - and while it made her less likely to hit her own mark, she'd rather save her own skin than mar another's.