The Floodlands With a melody from the mourning band

Kuasak was still before him, and infinitely aware. And the very moment his eyes moved to her own and sought to hold, Kuasak surged forward, lips parted in a silent snarl to bear into him. It was mere milliseconds later that he sought to fight back, though Kuasak did not do this out of pride or out of need to prove her worth—she did this because she was a woman to be respected, and no stranger to earning it through tooth and claw. Her fangs moved to (attempt to) grab hold of his shoulders, to push him backward and bear into him with all of her weight as opposed to downward. Each and every wolf knew the motive in a fight, and Kuasak was no fool. As long as the whole of her body was within her reach, he could be beaten—but first, to gain a strong and sure hold! Kuasak did not wish for this to be a long fight, as her energy had more important uses than this presently... but for one to demand respect, they needed to show they had reason for it. This she inherently understood. This, she would accomplish.