Bearclaw Valley they elevate

knee of haunches -- haha i like that -- in the horse world, that's called a stifle

astara's feint fell to empty air, for toad had nimbly moved away from range and now stood to regather his efforts.

she stilled, waiting for his rebuke. it came in a flourish, the young wolf's svelte frame but a flash as he dove for her stifle.

astara elected then to take a page from his book and tried to sidestep. she had been too slow to avoid any connection entirely, so instead swung her hips away while swinging her front end towards him -- resulting in a somewhat ungainly attempt to drive him away with her weight. his teeth clashed their mark, inspiring a quick growl before astara attempted a shove against him.

they sparred for a half hour's span before astara tired. inviting toad to walk alongside her, astara made for the riverbed to sup her thirst and muse over what she had learned from their practice.