Emberflame Ridge no storms but all the friction

     Embry's tail obeyed his labrador lineage; wagging upon first glimpse of sway in the female's unwavering composition. When she stood, he deepened his bow with a roguish dip of his haunches. Her conditions were fair enough, if not already implied. Every essence of his attitude relayed the latent message: You're on. 

     To his surprise, the she-wolf made her first move almost instantaneously. The lunge forward was brazen, and, fortunately for Embry, easy to counter in his case. His mind audited the minute swivel of her brown orbs, tracking the motion directly to their target upon his shoulder. He took the opportunity to perform a manuever he especially favored in the prelude of a spar. With his hind legs firmly planted into the firm earth beneath, he ducked and rammed his shoulder forwards and up, thus intending to snap her head upwards upon impact and reverse the offront.      

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Attack: 5

Points: 6/6