Duskfire Glacier Piusik

Heda was swift to mirror his movements, to fall into a protective stance for herself. Issorartuyok was pleased to see it. She had the ferocity of a warrior in her eyes. The sharpness of her fangs struck without any real hesitation. These things would become more natural to her as she progressed, he was certain.

When the young girl rushed him, he followed her trajectory with a keen eye. She aimed for his shoulder. The northerner believed this was a brave move, based only on his towering height and thick musculature. Heda was smaller, at least for the time being, and her skills would likely serve her better if she utilized her speed and agility against someone larger than her. Issorartuyok would normally have explained this verbally, but they were already in the heat of their spar and his mind was only upon the battle.

The large wolf made his figure firm, digging his paws against the earth to brace for her impact. Issorartuyok was prepared to feel the sting of her fangs again. This time, he thrust the weight of his body against his shoulder and hoped to knock her down.