Two Rivers Isle Pity Party

She grabbed his scruff, her forelimb being released as she did so. As soon as she did, she knew to establish her grip firmly, and did so, tightening her grip but not enough to break the skin. He bucked wildly, and she felt her grip falter, but in the motion, instinct had set in, and trying to keep him bellow her had resulted in her right foreleg thrown over his shoulder, if only briefly. His buck slid it off, and her grip was significantly less than it had been, but she kept clinging, hoping to tire him so that she may roll him onto the ground and bring him down.

The wraith, thinking quickly of her earlier accident, attempted to pass her right foreleg over his back, to better bear down her full weight. Shink showed promise, lots of it, but he could perhaps stand to learn some techniques.