Nova Peak gründung

Her skull rattled with the force of jaw smacking against jaw, but it only made her growl mix with a throaty chuckle: hrr-hrr-hrr. Mahler proved how limber he remained by scooting around her, faster than she would've expected for a wolf of his size and stoic demeanour, and for a few seconds her eyes tracked the tempting tip of his tail.

But he would be expecting that. She slipped into a bow instead, slapping her paws against the waterlogged grass before flinging herself directly at him. She reared up, aiming to wrap slim arms around his broad neck. She might not be able to get his tail in a conventional fashion, but if she could just wrestle his head and shoulders down, maybe she could clamber over him instead...