Derg strode after the pale woman.
He's glimpsed her. It wasn't that fucking Sasha, for sure, and she was a larger, hulking mass than Kynareths new pet.
He didn't know if she'd been made aware of the decision he and the brindle male had made, but he'd tell her now.

And make sure she was fit for the job.
A spar. And some questions about her next steps.
Perhaps he'd give her a job. Or invite her along to that Kingslend.
He wanted to visit them.

Soon enough, she realised she was being trailed.
Derg smirked to himself, spotting her turned; waiting for him.

He stopped alongside her with a friendly shoulder bump. Well, as much as a shoulder bump could be with their size difference.
"Would you spar with me? I'd like to see how you fight uninjured."
She'd pro bably kick his ass. But, the outcome may be surprising.

She agreed.
Good.
He grinned, stopping as she strode before him, readying herself.

He lunged first, driving to either clasp his teeth around her muzzle or to lock jaws with her.
This will be fun.

Their jaws locked. The pair battled for dominance, for the upper hand.
Twisting this way and that.

She shoved, trying to flip him.
But stocky little Derg's centre of gravity was more sturdy than Kynareths, and so her attempt was futile.
His dislodged his jaws, attempting to drive his head towards her neck, but she evaded his attack with a swift jerk to the side.

Her might overwhelmed him as he was flung away from her, taking a couple of steps to regain himself. She was strong, for sure, and moves like that put her height as an advantage.

He stalked a few steps to the side, and expecting her to follow with her teeth in place of a target, he calculated his next move.
Derg lunged forward, teeth driving low to snatch at her ankle.
Her flesh was caught between his teeth, and he held on tight, thrashing his body side to side to make it harder for her to snatch up his scruff.

Nyra...was ambitious.
That's how he'd describe her, with that same pause, if he was asked.
She thought she could do all the things, but in reality jer frame only let her do most of the things.
And flipping herself and him over wasn't one of them.

She landed on her belly, obviously hurt already.
He released her with a soft chuckle - he couldn't help it - before rounding on her again.
He drove for her rear legs, looking to catch a foot and drag her or something, but her thrashing to prevent him touching her worked well enough.
He couldn't get a clear shot, and ended up snapping empty air a few times.

They went for each other's legs.
With a spectacular fail on both parts.
She drove for a foreleg, but he could dance away as she missed anyway.
His ears slicked back, keeping himself streamlined. Less things to grab on to.

He drove for Nyra, aiming to latch teeth into her thick ruff hanging about her neck.
He slipped, falling short, and he had to save himself from face planting the earth.

As he fell, he was saved from eating dirt.
Well, kind of.
Nyra's teeth at his throat wasn't really much of a saving grace but that was the situation.

He was thrown up, pain lancing his neck and he rose up to lessen her grip. His hind legs took his weight as he struck out with his forepaws to hit her face, hoping to dislodge her long enough for him to be freed.

There, he gave up.
This wasn't for anything apart from getting better.
And he would gladly just let himself go down if it meant they could train.

He fought back a bit, making her work for it a bit at least.
He grinned with a last playful snap towards her, but ultimately lay still.
He tiled his head to her, "Good work."
They should probably get back to work.

He gave the pale knight a nod and a smile.
Acknowledging her thanks.
It was all part of their life as Saints. Part of their blood. Their bond as a pack.

He stood, and as she moved off to patrol the northern border, he took towards the ravine.
There were all sorts of things dwelling there that needed an eye kept on them.