Blacktail Deer Plateau & she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy’s eyes

Her maneuver had almost been a succession in itself — the simultaneous tug of him to her and solid ‘thpp’ of shoulder spearing into breastbone to drive him back almost gave her the upper paw. But then the Doom was rearing up up up, flaying his limbs and maw; and Aure had meant to  ( no! had already been ) following up with fangs lancing for his thunderous vein, but —

It was not to be. 

Instead, he careened into her, crown-first  ( not unlike a dueling stag during rut ) and she caught that blow upon the same shoulder she’d rammed into him; from it, the silver was reeling, breathless, but she wasted naught a heartflicker to surge back into the fray once more:

As the warpriest came to meet her, the she-wolf feinted, coursing with long long legs in a crescent-like curve — the pull of her path orbit-like as they fox-trotted this dance of death. So no sooner had she waltzed through the peak of her banking, she winged her way towards him, ruthless —

And, with all the might of her fury, leapt for his side, claws and fangs glinting and seeking to perch and snag there and exact her own circatrice between his shoulders... or to give him a swifter death concerning her teeth and the base of his skill.