Dragoncrest Cliffs Cut me loose

Lotus watched, indigo eyes gleaming. Her large ears perked at their words. The male was speaking of a pack, which took Lotus's automatic interest. Ugh, again with the mood swings. She was curled up in a ball, attempting to hide her blue-saddled coat in a patch of long grass. The red female was truly lovely, so she began to wonder why the male had not attempted a claim yet.

From where she came, a male would nip at the female's flanks, driving her to run. He would then judge her stats, running her as far as possible to test endurance, then tackling her when she stopped. The male would wrestle, attempting to dominate but not hurt her. If the female gave up to soon, he would walk away, as no male wanted a weak mate. If the female won though, she placed a scar on his flank, a mark of embarrassment that he would have to carry to show other males his strength. this ultimately also determined his rank in the pack. If a female fought hard enough though, and gave up to only when she had to, she would be claimed. All wanted a strong female with more endurance than speed. Lotus had never been that. She could outrun the males until they would fall to the ground, then lock her jaws around their neck and threaten them until they submitted. She would then puncture two holes with her canines into their flank, helping to determine their rank.