Redsand Canyon She said she needs proof

Just after Donovan’s jaws snap at nothing but air near her hind leg, she too misses her the shove she plans to aim at his ribs. The silver furred wolf attempts to shove him. Perhaps to throw off his balance just as he’d done moments before her own attack.

Looking to reciprocate her move, he’s halting firmly in his place. Coming to a sliding halt with a plume of red dust that flies into the air around them. His jaws open wide, revealing sharp rows of fangs meant to rip apart flesh. Though he knows not to use them to their full potential when sparing, he won’t bite the shewolf hard enough to injure. When he goes in for his attack, his maw targets her scruff. Snatching up the looser flesh he shakes only hard enough to get his point across, making sure to not let any of his teeth puncture skin, he’ll hold onto her until she gives him a reason to let go.