Golden Glade Monster That I Despise

She wasn't going to be flipped so easily. Teeth grazed her neck, biting deep and attempting to throw. Wren had time to blink before her own head shot out. As Nyra went under her, the brunette saw an exposed back of the neck. She went for that, grapping onto the white wolf roughly. 

Nyra slipped from her grasp, but probably not without some wound. Wren was roughly rocked upward - wasn't this supposed to be a friendly spar? - and then hit the ground. Anger burned in her chest, a snarl threatening to expose itself. But her stormy eyes kept their cool, as did her body. If Nyra wasn't going to play as nice as Derg had...

Not a lot she could do but run away, seeing as it was a bad idea. But she'd see how it played out first.

rolled 9
/oops forgot to say previously rolled a 2