Qeya River there will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn

her grip was attained and then lost by a great shake of the woman's ruff; downy fur caught fast in her teeth and drifted to the ground between them, largely unnoticed by the atromentous girl. her grip was foresaken and thus there was no more use to remaining in close proximity, the nip at her upper leg furthered that sentiment. she twisted away tightly, but didn't put too much distance between them as she whirled to the woman's side and shot out a forelimb in an attempt to trip the stranger's leading forelimb and undermine her balance. the move was accompanied by allowing her own weight to fall against the woman, a somewhat risky move should the manuever fail and she herself be left off-balance.