Fox's Glade like lawyers in a murder case

     Adrenaline had run its course on the two wolves; both struggling upon impulse to reach a position more advantageous than the other. Admittedly, the two had done a wonderful job in fabricating a complex, albeit useless, show of snapping and circling. 

     Upon attempting to recoil, Embry had wheeled himself into a vulnerable position that left his throat - of all things - exposed to potential harm. Fortunately for him, his manuevers were successful in expelling the himself from the fatal wrath of the fae's canines.

     He took the opportunity to pivot while she was recovering in a circle; hoping to get in a cheap shot at the flank as he moved. The swipe cleaved only hair and, in effect, did nothing more than shear the skin.