As blind fury had not yet consumed her mind, the warden was afforded the sense that came with tact. She had not yet before faced the hatred of another, but certainly the unrelenting rage that came from another’s jaws. Though he was not as dexterous as the lithe female before her, she had none the less been geared toward abating, or at least endure the onslaught of perpetual strike. She was a creature built to endure, and she would. The consequence of pain could be felt upon the conclusion of the scrap.
But what an enduring posture awarded her was the mind, a moment to focus of what was deemed crucial for success. Pride was not a factor, as she had none to protect aside for her place within the Vale, and none of her brethren were near and in danger. Though what kept her surging forward til she felt the stripped hide of the carcass underpaw, as not hunger for the carcass, but protection of the border; the need to drive the woman off and away. And feelings its coarse hair underfoot, she was reminded of this purpose. Though it was difficult to remain wholly in focus when such a rage bore down upon her and quickly.
Never the less she endured, keeping her ears drawn as acute muzzle swung for her cheek, and in turn she swung her own maw sharply in the hopes of striking the broad side against the probing muzzle of glistening fang. But, rather than keep forward, having felt the prize in the midst of the skirmish, she dropped her hind to what she assumed was the flank of the meat. She hadn’t the mountains to improve her agility over the other, but she certainly had the bulk to bar her as was needed. |