Whitefish River Life Itself

With a nervous nod, she waited for what Evergreen would do. It didn't seem to last very long - he was quick to begin, closing the distance between them. Instinctively she ducks, twisting her spine just enough to avoid her scruff from being grabbed so soon. 

Slipping underneath the larger Evergreen, quickly as to avoid the chance of him crushing her beneath his weight; snaking around from under his chest and quickly coming up from underneath and around his left side and attempt to nip at his elbow.

Be quick, instead of powerful blows, chisel away at your opponent - or so that's what she did recall about Ira's advice when handling someone bigger than her. 

Ears softly pressed against her skull, she kept her eyes on his figure as to try and figure out his tactic and simply just avoid anything that came her way. What she did take notice of was of his footing... it seemed he wasn't all too comfortable on the terrain... perhaps it was his weight against the shifting sands? She would take note of this...