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They were locked in the throes of passionate combat, each wolf measuring the other's abilities with quick shots and quicker paws. Fox found her way to Jinx's underside, eliciting a strange and protective sensation in the older female. A hunch of rust shoulders pushed up on her underbelly, signalling the yearling's attempt to topple her. Jinx was unwilling to allow herself to go down again. Without warning, she bore herself downward, hoping to use her weight to her advantage.

But Fox proved as slippery to Jinx as she herself had once done to Peregrine. The smaller female slid out from under her and, wasting no time, was on the move again. If she didn't turn so quickly to follow her opponent's movements, the Kesuk would have found herself the victim of a sharp tail tugging. Fortunately, her tight spin overcame Fox's speed and when the smaller wolf struck, Jinx was right there to catch it with gaping jaws.

Her teeth found purchase somewhere in the vicinity of Fox's nose. She was quick to let go, both in the spirit of friendly competition and in response to Fox jerking her head down. The smaller wolf snapped for her paw. Though the red wolf was still fighting well and fighting strong, the pale woman could sense she was tiring. Jinx moved her foot away as best she could, but adrenaline drowned out any pain of impact that would suggest where the teeth had landed.

She could taste victory on the tip of her tongue. Thrusting her snout for the woman's own, Jinx sought to clamp down with firm yet gentle teeth to signal the end of combat and confirm the victor.