Duskfire Glacier maeth

rolled a 10 as a start!
lmk if not ok <3

Astier does not answer. Instead, he shifts his stance, slight, deliberate, a pivot of one hind paw, the quiet brace of his limbs against the slope’s soft give. His tail stills, held low, balanced; ears swept back in cold concentration. His breath is a ghost between them, fleeting and white.
As Faust lunges, the Wraith moves, fluid, sharp. Not back, but forward; he meets the thunder with silence, slipping low beneath the weight of it. One shoulder drops, a feint, before he surges upward with sudden force. His aim is not brute impact, but precision; an attempt to slam his shoulder beneath Faust’s chest, to unseat his footing and shift the rhythm of the dance. He strikes with intention, not to win, but to learn. To push and be pushed in return.