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tvar couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled in his chest as zephyra growled; her movements were raw, instinctual—no finesse, but plenty of spirit.

he surged forward with purpose, watching her closely. she planted herself, bracing for the impact, and for a moment he thought she might actually try to take him head-on. bold. but at the last second, she darted left, nimble as a fox.

“clever,” he muttered, skidding slightly as he adjusted his footing. but then he felt the sharp pinch of teeth against his foreleg. if she released him, he'd take a quick pivot, aiming to use his weight to gently but firmly shove her off balance, testing her reflexes. if she held on, he'd swipe a broad paw toward her side, careful not to strike with full force but enough to test her grip.