Two Rivers Isle Tag, you're it

To his surprise, his fangs made contact with the white wraiths' muzzle causing a surge of pride to shoot through his body. He was grateful that Aeronwyn had allowed him to practice; it would help him improve his technique yet truthfully, she was right in thinking that battles were often quick and sharp, the opponent often unforgiving for that matter. Nevertheless, perhaps if they continued training, he could at least be able to defend himself and the Isle without the fear of losing another spar.

He released her as she twisted out of her grasp giving his pelt a shake before returning to his original stance, his spine tingling with gratitude as her compliments soaked in. With a dismissive flick of his tail, he let his honeyed gaze follow her pale figure as she slipped into her circle around him once again. 

It was almost too sudden how she switched from her relaxed encircling to a white blur as she moved towards his chest, almost feline with her speed. Thinking back to the previous day, he tried to use his lithe frame to his advantage, ducking to the side as soon as her jaws neared his flank. He cursed in a low mutter as he stumbled, not quite escaping her lunge as her teeth snagged his flesh. He awaited her comments, knowing fully well that he'd have to improve his technique if he was to succeed next time.