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The other was just as stubborn as Sif, and stood opposite her with the same fierce and cagey look upon her face. Neither of them attacked in that moment, and the stiff ridge of fur along Sif's spine gradually began to settle as her pride left her. The pain of her wound was settling in, a dull throbbing ache interlaced with sharper pains from the cold air around them. A tiny whimper slipped through her teeth, but she was no less ready to face the other than she had been before.

She'd been foolish to start this fight. She could see that, now. And a tiny shred of admiration for the other's tenacity had grown in her chest - but they were still at a standstill, and her pride was too much to overcome with kindness even as her weariness was too much to overcome with pride.

You do something, said the grumpy expression upon Sif's face.