Blackfeather Woods your heart is warm

she is at a disadvantage, she realizes quickly. pure reaction is no way to win a fight, and yet it is how she'd started it. she will not back down, either, knowing the unpredictability of strangers and determined not to show weakness after her sudden onslaught. her muzzle is gripped tight, forced down, and she lacks the power needed to force her head back up. taking advantage of what she can is crucial.

abruptly, she charges forward, lowering her head further to protect her neck. she aims to ram directly into the male, a target made easy by their proximity, in an attempt to bowl him over. she does something right; for he falls back, and just as quickly is gone. panting, recovering her breath, the girl waits a long moment before hunting after his scent and ensuring it leaves her borders.