Raven's Watch Souärr

The oaken wolf rushes again, though this time is different. There is an intent to graze which startles with a boldness Ayovi had come not to expect from her companion. Her riposte is a wild churn of limb as she collides softly with the powdery earth, the lithe woman not far behind.
Ice chills her spine but it is not so unpleasant with the heat from play. Ayovi reaches for a dark ear tip and tugs, lightly at first, then with a little more insistence, as if there is a small eagerness to show the greenwood woman she had once been a wolf of strength.
That she would be again.