Swiftcurrent Creek one for the money

Fox was quick - much like her namesake - and for an instant Njal was reminded of the fire that had tempted him in Kindred. His fire, the woman who he had trained and cultivated with such diligence. But the girl's movements were not as strong as Tuwawi's; she was fast, but there was little finesse. Fox moved with a wild stride that made her appear to nearly tumble at him, and then she sprung up to snap at him. Njal turned himself slightly and brought his head down, thrusting out the shoulder she was so eager to grab.

He wanted to teach her, but Njal wasn't known to be relaxed in his lessons - she would probably end up with a smacked jaw, or a jarred set of teeth as they clacked shut by the motion. The follow-through of this movement was a single step, and as Njal stepped he drew his head around, to snap his teeth near her ruddy face. Had it been a true fight, he could have easily grabbed at the side of her neck and tossed her aside, like a child.

Through his playfully bared teeth he rasped, "Fast, but not fast enough."