She believed herself at a disadvantage in this game of theirs. While Peregrine seemed to have an idea on what he was doing, the pale female was at a loss, simply engaging in the awkward way she knew how.
She had reached her target and assumed that would be the end of it, or perhaps the game would change with his eventual surrender. But instead he turned around, baring his paws into the snow as his fangs were unfurled, gnashing not at but towards her face. Immediately her ears drew back as she wavered back slightly, letting her tail drop several degrees. Had she missed something, she wondered. Was she not supposed to touch him? Perhaps it was a chase that had no end except for exhaustion; a test of some kind to witness the full extent of her stamina. She would not have put it passed him, afterall was that not the role within some packs? Test the other for their strengths, their weaknesses, then determine their worth.
She glimpsed his drumming paws, then beat her own in mirror. She dropped down somewhat by the outstretch of her forelegs, chin nearly touched the soft snow til she quite literally bounced up, veered swiftly around and ran. |