Kintla Flatlands The Judge

The pure joy of the fight sent Aeronwyn's nerves humming, she imagined she could feel the blood rushing through her veins. This was no desperate fight, or one brought on by rage or retaliation. No, this was simple, pure, a fight that felt like dancing. Teeth scrape her muzzle, gash the top of it. it smarts, but this is totally overlooked in the spirit of the moment. 
They close and widen the distance between the two of them, and the dark one aimes for her side. For a brief millasecond, for purposes unknown, Aeronwyn considers allowing the hit. But she slids away, and jaws still scrape againt flesh, and Aeronwyn finds herself missing some of her flank. However, tha pain does not stop her, it invigorates her, and she leaps straight for the female, aiming to barrel into whatever she can with fangs flashing. 

However, it is in mid leap that she notices the scent of another, fleeting, then catches a hint of dark fur. Nemesis. But it is too late to reverse momentum, so Aeronwyn continues, knowing that is she saw the alpha, it is very possible that the other would notice her too. Hopefully not, however, for Aeronwyn wishes to continue this fight a while longer.