Dragoncrest Cliffs the flame will protect

It does not take long for Eske to square up. She watches for hesitancy; for challenging the commander, because she’s injured, for any reason at all and she does not see it. A smile snakes its way onto her features as she then watches the younger wolf lunch for her. She is reminded, in half a second, of Gavriel and how much she looks after him, how the face she makes with teeth bared resembles him for more than she ever expected another wolf to look like their predecessor. Her attitude and personality may have developed from her mother but she knows where her power and technique comes from.

She moves forward to meet her though it’s far from half way. Eske’s aim is off and while teeth do connect and pull at her skin, it’s lower with her proximity. Thuringwethil stiffens with attack as her ribs are jolting, fighting back a silent snarl as she growls and turns her head so she can tear the wolf away. She aims for her scruff to latch on and throw her back like a child but she underestimates her size and only clamps down on loose skin along the side of her neck (and even that is a weakened hold).