Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

according to blodreina that particular move — shoulder to ribcage — had won her the spar against the then heda and the title she coveted and bore with great pride until her dying breath: wanlida. it makes perfect sense to praimfaya that it had became her mother's favorite sparring move ...effective even though it probably made her predictable. she is exhilarated by the spar — breathless laugh escaping her lips, though it is tempered by stag's oof as her shoulder to ribcage makes contact. her frostbound gaze softens as she studies him, worried for a second she had accidentally hurt him. this was a lesson and a judgement of his instincts, to see what she had to work with ( if after that dirty move he still wanted to be taught by her, that is ).

he bounces back though, soothing the worst of her worries. her tail sweeps low, front legs lowering and quivering with anticipation as he rushes at her and lunges. outstretched, seeking to grasp her. she takes the defensive, knowing she will not be able to dodge; instead meeting him head on. though his lunge was uncoordinated, she rises at last second and stag meets her as she thinks he intends. the momentum of his body weight colliding into her's sends her sprawling; landing without a modicum of grace into the dirt and grass. she lets out a low grunt as his teeth grasp ahold of her scruff.

here, upon the ground, scruff in stag's jaws, praimfaya is vulnerable. though it wasn't impossible to gain the upper paw from here, it would be hard and she is breathless. good! she crows in breathless praise and laughter. very good, stag. her tail thumps heavy against the ground.

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