losing my religion

[size=x-small]ooc: minor powerplay, let me know if you want me to change it, and feel free to do the same :)[/size]

As they circled, Rahzie's mind whirled. Anger pulsed through her veins, puffed out her chest, and made her fur stand on end. She eyed the other female sharply, knowing that though this would be a fight, it would hardly be for blood - all Rahzie wanted was to show her that her superiority complex would not be merely accepted without question.

The coywolf returned her adversary's sharp growl, readying her body and mind for the inevitable. And in a moment, it had begun - the grayscale woman lunged forward, and Rahzie attempted to sidestep. A glancing blow hit her hips and unbalanced her, but the coywolf unsteadily caught her footing and then, with a snarl, threw her weight laterally in an attempt to eventually turn towards her and shove her over. It was a miscalculation though - the other woman had more weight and when she shoved back, both went to the ground. The two packmates became a flurry of dark fur and legs and tails and jaws, now in a grappling match.