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She managed to land the hit, which sent a bolt of adrenaline through her. She applied pressure, though not enough to break the skin. Wildfire growled, the noise growing in pitch when her pack mate responded by nipping at her exposed hindquarters. She released him immediately, scrambling backward, out of his reach. She glared at him, her eyes as hard as amber, though it was all in good fun.

It seemed that speed was a good tactic to use with such a large opponent, so Wildfire intended to use that to her advantage. Remembering how her flailing forelimbs had confused him, the youngster now darted to his side, then began running in circles around Sebastian. Maybe he would even get dizzy trying to follow her, making him easy prey! She grinned at the thought, though Wildfire's expression grew more serious as she concentrated on maintaining her speed and pattern without tripping over her own feet and eating dirt.