Shadewood Tired Eyes

She held her ground well for a moment or two, against the older pup, uttering soft sighs which might have been growls had she engaged her vocal chords. As it was, she grinned, revealing her sharp teeth, their keen tips sunk into the wood and breathed soft little hrrrrrrrrrrrrr, hrrrrrrrrrrr sounds at him. 

Her paws slid, though, when rather than pulling, Valravn- her clever brother!- began to push the stick back toward her, marching forward. Now her claws were of no use to her, and she found that it was much more difficult, just holding onto the stick against his tugs, but now she found her chin pushed gently against her chest, and felt herself begin to get pushed backwards. 

Now, she needed a change of strategy. 

So, in a dramatic shift, Chacal dropped her head, allowing the stick's end to jut against the ground- and she leaned her weight against it, hoping that that, at least, might bring Valravn to a stop.