Bonesplinter Ravine macabre

she nodded her head as much as she could from the angle at which she held it, which likely looked rather comical. the instructions he gave were clear, and she carefully committed each to her memory. he charged forward then, and she was ready. she remained still until he was near, as she knew charging gat him would take the weight out of her attack. when they were inches apart, she moved; thrusting her weight forward into his chest, at the same time pulling her muzzle back and then clamping lightly around the fur of his shoulder, leaning into him as she attempted to unbalance him.