Golden Glade The edge of the land

The sweet fae, unable to gain ill feelings to a new wolf, nodded as the woman spoke. Without speaking, she mirrored the woman's bow again. She knew that her last blow would not land, but had wanted to see how fast the other wolf really was. Noticing that she was more force than speed, Feyre sank lower in her crouch.

Her eyes remained unreadable as she looked for the woman's weaknesses. The woman's ears were up, displaying her dominance and hopefully providing Feyre with and advantage. Her own were pressed tightly to her skull, as to display her continued submission during the tussle. Without notice, she lunged for the wolf's ear. Her jaw intending to clamp down upon the wolf's ear hard enough that it would offset her balence, but soft enough not to rip her ear.