Northstar Vale Risk It for The Biscuit

It was rather unfortunate that Collision was a tad bit taller than Saarthal. She remembered distinctly - a fond memory flickering through her mind - how her father used to chastise her, teasingly of course and in good spirits, about her height and how dear grandfather had sat by and smacked good old dad lightly by the head with a grin of his own and how Trajan was also shorter than grandfather. Grandfather was always nice to her. Dad said it was because Grandfather's dad hadn't been very nice. The kind of guy who was downright abusive. But, she digressed. Point was, her height had always been a focal point during her training and thus she had a rather good grip on the ways of fighting off creatures who were stronger and taller than she was. Because she was quicker. Collision was fast, but not fast enough. His teeth grazed the fur on her neck but she had ducked and was wriggling away. Unfortunately, she had not been able to completely avoid Collision's left paw and therefore stumbled. Cursing, she sought to put space between the two of them.