Northstar Vale Risk It for The Biscuit

Collision was enjoying the action. There was a weightlessness to it since she was not truly an enemy, and there was also the chance for him to display his own self control. Simply, he did not want to take anything to far and risk harming the woman in white. her body dropped mostly short of his bite. his teeth grazed only the fur, and since he was not attempting a true grasp (in fear of drawing blood of an ally) he wouldn't even pull at any hair. Her body slipped from him, mostly. Collision drew back the left leg that she had ran in to and watched with confusion. this was certainly not a fighting style he would begin to fathom. it would never work for him given his size. instead of pursuing more damage Collision would simply aim to take the now raised left paw and pin her tail. he would use only about half of his weight over it and if he could successfully grasp it he would hold steady to try and keep her from slipping further away. everything else was dependent on how far she got in the next moment.