Duskfire Glacier blood of my blood

jora barely had time to brace before the ice bit cold against her back, blackfell’s weight pressing down, relentless. he was strong, but she had never let that stop her before.

her breath came sharp, curling between them like smoke. “not weak,” she bit out, muscles coiling beneath him, resisting. “just smarter.”

and then she moved—a sudden, violent twist, paws bracing against his chest. she didn’t need to overpower him, just unseat him. she shoved him hard, aiming to throw him off, to steal control back for herself.