Swiftcurrent Creek swing dancing

Fox held on by a thread for far longer than she should have. She darted to and fro, attempting to hold out for as long as she could. But finally, at one point, she could go on no longer. Jinx's muzzle was soon upon her own, and Fox was forced to the ground. There, she fell still, making no sound and looking at nothing in particular. Jinx was the clear winner this time, though Fox was not bothered. She had beat Jinx once before, so it was not impossible for her to think that she could beat her in the future. Perhaps a time would come when they would be at each other's throats once again, but she was glad that this spar had been at least a somewhat-friendly one.

When Jinx finally released her, Fox shook her coat as a calming signal to her fellow creek member and licked her lips. “You fight well,” she said, her tone drenched in respect for the older white female. Not that she had not respected the girl before, but she felt some kind of strange, distant kinship with the woman. It was probably nothing, but Fox couldn't help but feel like Jinx would play a more important role in her life.

“I need a drink,” she stated. After all that commotion, she assumed that Jinx would welcome some water as well. Thankfully, they were standing right by their pack's namesake water source.