Heron Lake Plateau Fylgija futhorck.

Slink, slink.  Vasa crept forward, pausing again when she was at proper distance.  Yeah, this seemed good.  If she got this close to something edible, she could totally take it down.  A quick thought entered her mind -- after this pounce, she should totally be ready in case Towhee had something up her sleeve...   She shifted her weight back, then sprang forward at Towhee's rear.

It was probably more like a lion pouncing than a wolf -- a little too much with her paws that made it more like play than proper hunting.  So was her bite, which was sort of off to one side of Towhee's spine, which didn't really get a good grip on anything but fur, not that she was trying any harder to hurt her than she would in a play-fight.  If Towhee was a deer, she could probably run off no prob, but since she had longer fur, she might get a bald spot if she tried.  Vasa had no idea what her aunt was going to do now, but somehow she totally thought she was going to win despite feeling awkward about the whole thing.  Win what? Who knew!  Let's be real, though, she was still just an oversized kid and would be pretty easy to pwn.

Part of the kind of confused attack was that actually pouncing on another wolf was a little bit confusing for how she should actually do that -- like she wouldn't actually sink her teeth into Towhee, but just play wasn't quite right either... Ugh, could someone get a deer that wouldn't move?