Ravensblood Forest A Reoccurring Dream

She manged to push him back a few steps, but she was the one that ended up on the ground—annoying, but not surprising, and she enjoyed his laugh too much to really be bothered much anyway. 

Of course, he took advantage of her position and was on her in a matter of seconds, his teeth nibbling on her neck and making her heart beat against the sides of her chest. He worked his way to her scruff, which he gave tug, and then he was off of her and bounding away again. 

She shot up from the ground and shook out her snowy coat, meeting his gaze once she had collected herself. She met his look of challenge with one of her own and began to walk slowly to the side as she planned her next move. She wouldn't be able to pin him down with strength alone—he would always win out there. So she needed to find some other way. She remembered what he had told her about going for a bigger opponents legs to knock them off balance, and she lunged forward again, this time, her teeth aimed for his front leg. If she connected, she would attempt to clamp down and then throw her weight into him again to try and get him down.