Porcupine Ridge YO. KYLE. WHAT DID YOU SAY BRO.

He knew enough to not afford her his back or his side; as she circled around him, he turned in his tracks to keep his shoulders squared toward her. Since no other option presented itself to her, she charged him head on. He was braced, his muscles coiled, and he met her one step ahead of where he had stood. She tried to sweep his forepaws out from under him, but as one paw was taken off its perch the other would land and compensate, until their paws were engaged in a strange sort of dance with each wolf determined to keep their feet.

He pressed his weight forward, holding his ground as his teeth sought to capture her muzzle.

Fun story: I based this off how hard it is for me to sweep my dog off his feet when I need to him to lay down for something, like so I can doctor his paw. It's like pulling teeth from a gator LOL. Sometimes I think he has invisible extra limbs holding him up that I can't see.