Ravensblood Forest Wer um die Göttin freit, suche in ihr nicht das Weib

her pin is quick; his kick of her hind limbs just as swift. she falters, momentum finding her colliding with the earth. he is successful in moving to stand over her as she had him. she does not possess the brute power he does, and does not wish to use less-than-clean methods to get him off her once more; at the least not during a friendly spar. 

he withdraws, and she slips away from under him. she finds her paws gracefully, the wraith, steadying herself alongside him. tongue smooths a patch of fur on her shoulder, picking away a cluster of pine needles stuck there. gaze returns to the man opposite her, muzzle dipping neatly as she regards him. he's a more than capable fighter, if that much had not already been apparent by the scars across his pelt.