Stavanger Bay Will they ever reach the floor?

Seeing that her lesson would begin rightnowthissecond, Doe stood still and ready for the attack. She was not quite sure what to do with her long limbs or slim body, but her ears were swivelling double-time atop her dusk-trimmed head. Her paws, too, soon found a rhythm she was comfortable with, tapping nervously in the sand. Her tongue lolled out as she squeezed an anxious whine from her throat, both fearing the result of the duel and excited for it to begin. Laggy, however, seemed content to crouch and wait, the moment seeming to go on for -

OH NO!

With a started ka-yi!, Doe gave a startled leap as Lag seemed to disappear from her place and reappear much closer than before. The warrior woman's shoulder bumped against her legs and she twisted in the air, shock and confusion reigning supreme.

But then, her paws touched down on warm sand, and she remembered that this was supposed to happen - they were practicing, silly Doe! That in mind, the little shewolf darted forward and attempted to touch her nose to the shield-maiden's leg. Nerves won out, though, and she danced away from the bigger female before getting close enough to hit her mark. No, don't retreat - this is a fight! the sensible voice insisted. Doe, however, knew that the safest place to be in a fight was out of it.