Haunted Wood this is an old story, with an old beginning

he moves, and she reacts almost as quickly. shifting her weight away and dropping low to evade his snap, she whips her muzzle upward and snaps on the empty air next to his jaw, realizing in a moment that this is not the beginning of a fight but merely a test. his fangs snap on fur and air; she not quite fast enough to evade entirely. 

nevertheless, when he withdraws and continues with the lesson, and she retrains her focus onto his voice. "what if they're better than me, desperate? how do I tire them out, besides making them bleed?" much in the same way prey, pursued, should eventually tire and come to be seized by fangs, surely the same applied in a fight. if she should be unable to target the places he'd outlined, she wanted a plan b.