Moonlit Manners[joining thread]

She heard the paws pounding behind her, and she opened her mouth and lifted her head upright. Though most may have found this stupid, thinking that leaning forward might have been a better option, but Nightshade knew better. When you lifted your head, you cleared the passageway to your lungs, allowing you to pump more air into your chest, propelling yourself forward. And that's just what the dark she-wolf did.

She thought she might just have been able to get away, until the female came. With her light steps and and smaller frame, she easily rivaled the speed of the lightning-fast Mackenzie Valley wolf. She saw the battle maiden swing forward and snap at her, causing her to falter. She didn't want to hurt anybody, but she didn't want to be a servant either. A paw struck out at Thistle's legs, though it might have been a black snake. The blow had not meant to wound to female, only to trip her, whether it landed successfully or not, she never found out, as it was then a white battering ram slammed into her, sending her sprawling.

Panicking, the agile creature turned her sprawl into a roll. As quickly as she could, she attempted to stand up, and if she managed to make it that far, the disoriented Nightshade could probably, at the most, swing a drunken paw at whoever came near in her few seconds of brain malfunction...