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Mahler didn't allow her to unbalance him, which was disappointing, but expected. Only the most inexperienced of wolves would allow such a thing. Truth be told, Wylla wasn't as experienced as she let on. Her fierce nature might suggest she'd been in many scraps, but the reality was that her fighting prowess was below average at best. It came as a shock, then, when his jaws clamped down on the top of her head.

For a moment she froze, partly because this wasn't actually dispelling her weird feelings as much as she thought it would (the hot wash of his breath on the back of her head was actually amplifying it, to her dismay) and partly because she knew she was in a tricky spot. If this was a real fight, he would have killed her easily like this. His grip was gentle, though, the firm hold of a packmate who wished no harm to their opponent, and that gave her time to formulate her retaliation.

She bunched the muscles in her slender shoulders and forelegs and attempted to drive her body upward, hopefully jarring his jaws or neck in the process so he would let go of her. She grappled for forward balance by attempting to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders and drove soft teeth toward his deltoid instead of his ankle as she rose.