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The impact was strong. The darkest of the trio pushed with full weight, her teeth engraving another set of bite marks into Ying's shoulder. She fell to the ground, landing square onto the wounded appendage; a yelp escaped her maw as the pain began to radiate. 

Ying had known that this would not be a fight easily won. She didn't like the idea of submitting before a child, but she knew that the woman would have no less. She was a lone wolf now; without the backing of a pack, she would have to be prepared for a swath of uncomfortable situations.

Slowly did she roll onto her stomach. Ying traded her snarl for a smile and the begging pant of her tongue. Her tail shifted beneath her as her ears fell back in a plea for mercy.