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Although she was certainly feeling her injuries, the pain hadn't quite hit her yet. She knew she was hurt, and that it had been foolish to meddle with the other when she could have moved along, but Sif had something of a chip on her shoulder, and a whole lot left to prove before she could learn to easily let things go.

But there'd been a lesson here, and as the two disentangled - the other girl leaving yet another ugly mark up Sif's dark face - she began to take it to heart. When they'd separated, Sif mirrored her foe, standing a few yards away with wary eyes and bristling fur. Her tail was ramrod straight, but even with her hocks instead of raised above. She wasn't quite sure what to do next. Retreating would turn this tie into defeat, and the girl's Cairn blood violently rejected the idea.

The girl curled her lip, raising her tail above her hindquarters and pressing her ears forward atop her head. She wasn't sure she wanted to keep fighting, but she certainly didn't want to back down. In a halting movement, interwoven with violence even in its hesitance, she began circling around the other, so that she was no longer between the wolf and the carcass. Instinct told her that it was the wrong place to be.