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@Menta specifically


Avannon sat bored in the lair, her weight shifting from side to side. She huffed a sigh and stood up. She exited the Lair and flexed her muscles as she thought about starting a spar with someone, or going for a run. Deciding on the first option she called out "Anyone want to spar?" her voice raising so that anyone nearby might hear. Blue eyes looked about as her white ears flicked about, trying to pick up any answers.

It wasn't long after waking that Menta's ears trained into a restless voice outside the lair. The cream wolf had woke up without any stiffness or fatigue left in her body and took it to be a good starting sign for the day -  this call seemed like the perfect kind of exercise. She had recognized the voice - Avannon, the large white wolf who met her at the borders had called herself - and figured a tumble would do the both of them well.

And so Menta gave a playful woof as she exited the lair and trotted close to where she had heard the call coming from, stopping and stomping her paws front paws when she saw the other female. Another bark was given. Come and get me. The cream held her alert ears and shining excited golden eyes on the white in anticipation of her move, shifting her muscles into a defensive position.

Avannon's ear's flicked up straight as the voice of her fellow pack member responded. She watched the female's playful behavior and let a small rumbling growl escape her maw, stiff leggedly approaching her. She recognized the familiar face of Menta, and woofed softly. With a sudden dart forward Avannon barelled into the female, using the flat part of her head to headbutt menta's shoulder, hopefully to knock her down.

The cream wolf grinned as she saw Avannon's attention shift to her and her own invitation had been accepted. Muscles tensed up in excited anticipation and golden yellow eyes fixed on the white wolf's movements . It seemed as though it was to be all brute strength for the other female's strategy as she bolted towards the Italian - Menta leaned back a little smugly as she braced for impact.

The white was a solid force, with more mass and stature than the cream had, but Menta had the advantage of knowing what was coming for her. Preparation had done her well as the impact reverberated through her body and claws dug into the moist ground. There was no need to even shake her head to loosen the slight dizziness that the slam had caused; Menta had anticipated being a little off kilter as she quickly whipped around and reached her jaws out for the exposed gruff top of Avannon's neck. 

Avannon ducked from the female's teeth, crouching down and stumbling a few feet back. Menta obviously had the advantage of speed and agility on her side while Ava herself had strength and size. Shannon turned and snapped her jaws near the other females face, purposely missing before she rose on her hind legs, torso and the rest of her upper half towering over menta before she came crashing down aiming to land a heavy blow on the female's shoulders with her front paws.