send my name to the owls, will i see you far below?

With a snarl seated upon her face Manauia leapt upon the wolf that was foolish enough to get in her way, snapping ferociously at the opponent.  Her small size, even compared to Manauia, short for an Amazon, lent her some advantage.  Angering at her enemy's predilection towards avoidance rather than outright combat, she tried hard to land another blow like the one she had landed on the shoulde region, but to no avail.

Her own wounds were minor and few when the girl pulled away, retreating with her fellows.  The silver wolf had landed some blows, but her defense had been more intent.  Ignoring these slight stings, Manauia sent up an angry call to follow, victorious in their triumph but also angry that they would flee before the battle had even properly joined.  Blood racing, she watched as they disappeared, her disgust now tenfold for these coastal wolves who were such cowards.