Silver Moraine too weak, 2 weeks

When he lunged for it, Sunday Morning rumbled with a note of delight and reared away from him more out of instinct than fear. His jaws clicked loudly and she playfully taunted him with another shake of her head, the skins rippling outward with a loud snap that sent a whipping crack through the air. Her eyes were upon him as he backed away, and she remained rooted, head hanging low. He came closer and she snorted bullishly, grinning around the skins.

Now it was her who backed away; she would respond to his movements as they came, but all of her efforts would be in keeping the fur away from him. She shared in his delight and echoed it in every movement that she made, answering his own through every beat of her tail as he came closer while she turned away. Once or twice, he may have taken hold... but his teeth were gentle enough that she was able to restart the game for him quickly enough.

It was good, fun work for her. Dodging while he parried. She felt invigorated while she watched him move.

And then, in his next attempt, she bolted away! Sunday Morning would change the game now, hoping to entice him into chasing her as she threw herself into a full-bodied sprint. The skin waved wildly in the winds she charged against, a tempting lure.