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Teeth scraped dully against her shoulder, though a grip was not caught. She enjoyed her own brief grip while it lasted, but then they were apart once more, and the other was speaking.

"She-devil. I do rather like that one." she said almost thoughtfully, battle-high still running through her veins as she surveyed the other. Not bad. In a pack like her own, she may ven amount to something. But here she was, among the sheep, and she could do nothing. "Thank you, dear. It has been a while since I have enjoyed a good fight, however brief." With a slightly sarcastic dip of her muzzle, she spun on her heel, trotting away from the other and the borders, not really in the mood to take on a whole pack at the moment.