Redtail Rise Deadlatch

Although they wanted to fail, Masquerade still delighted when they managed to execute their move. There was no time to savor their success. They took care to loosen their grip right away, though not before Mulherin used it as leverage to roll the Caru.

They put up no fight against the tri-force of Mulherin’s bulk, gravity and velocity. Masque did try to twist even as they tumbled over backward, just because they hated getting the wind knocked out of them. In this way, the two wolves twisted apart.

They didn’t move fast enough to totally avoid the youth’s weight coming down on their hindquarters, though they dug their forepaws into the ground and pulled themself free. Masquerade leaped to their feet with a shake, bounding clear of a counterattack and then pivoting to face him.

That was only the first round of many, they hoped! Masque flashed a grin at Mulherin, proud of his fighting skills. He was the warrior Avicus had bred him to be, a credit to her and the pack which had helped raise and train them.