Redsand Canyon I sold my mind and my flesh

Nyra is not a small, petit wolf. No, she’s equal to him in size and it’s impressive so. She is able to give him a good thrashing. Until he plants his hind legs in the dirt and rushes forward. Slipping just his head beneath her and performing a takedown he’d been taught by his father all that time ago. Snatching her opposite hind leg, he’s able to sweep her off her feet with a unexpectedly hard tug. 

He takes advantage of this and it practically lying his upper half on her to hold the shewolf down with some of his body weight before grabbing her own neck. Though he only shakes a few times before pulling his head back and staring at her, a teasing smile on his maw. “You give up yet, darling?”