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the girl fed off the woman's hesitancy, burning with self-righteous fury. she had trained at the art of battle since her mother's death, learned to strike hard, fast, and without remorse. she woman grasps for her neck, the movement uncertain, reserved. she does not avoid it, but tightens her own grip on the woman's shoulder. when the woman seizes the fur at the base of her neck, hela moves. 

she is young, but inherited from her father is her height, which lends her an advantage here. swiftly, she wrenches her weight towards the size, jerking her muzzle and the woman's shoulder simultaneously in an attempt to topple her. should she be successful in her attempt to throw the woman onto the earth, she would work to keep her there—her motives evolving from dealing damage relentlessly, to defeating the woman clearly in a way she'd never been able before, not with seasoned mercenaries making up the bulk of her pack.