Golden Glade The Strength Within

Nico's jaws found its way onto Shalon's left leg and making sure his grip was gentle, he pulled her limb out from underneath her, inwardly smiling at the success of his little feint. With time, the female would begin to see through the fake move that wolves inevitably used. But these things took time, practive and skill, and therefore, the soldier wasn't expecting her to know everything immediately, but he hoped she would learn. 

Moving back quickly, he circled her, his steps sturdy and purposeful, his gaze narrowed ever so slightly as he tried to see if there was an opening. Shalon smirked at him, and that was when he made his move. Rushing towards her with no intention of stopping, Nico suddenly swerved to the side and turned around so he faced her flank, and immediately, he ran, his head bowed and lowerered like one of a charging bull. If his head connected with her side, he would attempt to push her over, or at least to cause her to stumble.