Hushed Willows No place like home for the holidays

He moved, and her focus narrowed to him and only him, recalling briefly a scenario not unlike this one, facing off against another in a chance to prove her worth. His shoulder jostled against her, his head turned toward her. In an instant she snapped at his face, a hit not meant to land but hopefully distract and send him into motion, should he not already be.

a forelimb shot out and sought to entangle his, then to pull back as if she were scooping from the river a fish. With this she hoped to trip him up, and potential throw him off balance as she through her shoulder against him n turn. Should her attack bode successful, she would hardly be able to stay alright, but hopefully land atop him. Then, it would be merely a struggle to pin him down- though her efforts were curbed by the fact that she was fighting the alpha of a land she sought entrance to, and really, really did not want to screw this up.