The Sunspire Look at last on meadows green

She was trying to think of insults, revving herself up mentally to close the distance between them even more and step ever more boldly into his personal space, when the splotchy-furred kid took sudden decisive action of his own. He whipped forward with a flash of teeth before she could do anything more than think about closing the distance further. Her yelp was more one of surprise than of genuine pain, but she fell back nonetheless, landing in an ignominious heap on her rump in the dirt.

Later, maybe it would occur to her to look at her butt and complain that she, too, now seemed to have big brown splotches of dirt on her once pristine and beautiful coat. But for right now she just stared at him with wide, shocked eyes, sitting there thunderstuck dumb in the dirt. Her pink tongue licked instinctively out to clear the small trickle of blood from her now slightly-more-seriously-marred nose (but then, she'd never been half as proud of her schnozz as of her pelt, to be honest). As much as anything, it simply shocked her for her actions to for a change such immediate and drastic consequences. All of a sudden it crossed Talos's mind for the first time that maybe, just maybe, she might be out of her league, here.

But hey. The path was clear now, at least. Finally.