Sun Mote Copse A concatenation of locusts

Bronco huffed and lifted his chin at her retort. He failed to see how that might teach her- but he did like her pride, even if it did mean that the fight would p[ossibly be tougher for her. Luckily for Fennec, the boy was heavy on his large feet and was a noisy mouth-breather so even if he didn't growl the whole time, he certainly had never put any thought into how noisy he was, and how that could give him away, especially when sparring with a blind wolf. 

She lunged, but Bronco didn't take her very seriously. He leaned in to thrust the angle of her shoulder toward her mouth, so that the paw she'd aimed for his back did hit him- but he used his weight and height advantage to lean into her attack and potentially throw her off balance- or at least, to surprise her. He chuffed happily, even though the  impact of her teeth against his shoulderblade did ache, but he had enough loose skin and fur there- especially with the winter coat he'd been putting on- to protect him from major damage. Besides- they were sparring, right? He could only hope she wouldn't try to hurt him in earnest, the way his mother did. So he underestimated the slight female, and still considered her handicap to be a sign of weakness. 

He lowered his head and lunged into a crouch, before he abruptly jerked his head up- hoping to catch her right in the soft part of her underbelly between her ribs and her hips, to flip her hind end into the air the way a bull might toss a matador around. A fairly harmless move, as he could do no real damage- but a fair warning for her to make sure she didn't let anyone get too close to her hind quarters.