Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

Her move.

Stag was confident if he just stood still and watched her -- like, really watched her -- he would know exactly what she was planning.

Only to find out, it is not so easy to read the minds of your opponents. Stag was bound by that frosty stare, almost to the point of being rooted -- he reacted too slowly to her sudden advancement. Sluggishly. He thought she was going that way and he grinned - AHA - VICTORY!!

Except suddenly he was bowled aside by a hard shoulder. "Ooof," Came the report of Stag's exhaled breath, his sides heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Dirty -- but very clever; it made Stag look at Praimfaya just a little differently; a little more warily.. as if she were indeed the animal in the corner, one to look upon but never get too close..

He realized belatedly she was expecting him to move. He lunged uncoordinatedly into action, this time trawling into a clambering canter. Rather than veer, or go for finesse, Stag did the equivalent of a run-and-jump launch -- his arms outstretched to try to grapple her, while instinct told him to drive his teeth towards her scruff.