Otatso Wetlands atmosphere supreme

sry for the wait/bizarre quality of this. rl is working hard to bring me down right now and it's effecting my motivation to write, lol

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In situations such as these, she was perhaps a little too bold, or maybe too keen to allow herself injuries -- to a certain degree. For every spar, fight and otherwise she had managed to get tangled into over the course of her going-on-three years, seriously dire injuries had been rare. By feat of luck or skill or otherwise, she didn't know.

Only her sister had ever seriously done her harm, and no foe had proven so mindlessly vicious as her. While she recognized this silvered Creek wolf as a solid fighter and a welcome partner in the arts of sparring, he did not come at her with the sheer intent to kill her sister had always fancied. Not yet, anyway.

He was especially quick to get his legs out of her way. Her contact was only minimal and then he put space between them, which she moved to pressure quickly. But in typical Creek-wolf fashion, he went for her shoulders. She shoved herself in close to him when he bit down on her, deciding to make good use of it if he was going to have his teeth dug into her. Amekaze's own jaws went for his side, using her own weight to shove towards him and unbalance him (or make him let go), if she may be able, all while ignoring the pain radiating from the point of contact.