Hideaway Strath Whims of Fate or was that strings?

Tense moments past, with no end in sight to the stalemate. Only water trickling behind them and the faraway chirp of the birds were heard.

Whrist noted that this wolf didn't put her in her place, if it were a higher rank, however nor did it let her blatant action go completely unchallenged.  

With a soft sigh she sat down and yawned exposing her teeth and thus breaking eye contact but exposing the teeth that sharply contrasted with her pelt. She gave off and air of indifference and reached behind her ear with her left hind paw to scratch. She placed herself in a vulnerable position giving the other time to attack and not allowing herself a proper defence, but if this one was going to attack it would have done so already.

She found her body was tender in places she wasn’t expecting and groaned as she continued to assault her ear. Now it was a game of whom would speak first or whom would leave first. As awkward as this was Whrist found she was enjoying herself.