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She didn't know what to expect next. All Wildfire could do we keep herself prepared to field an attack. When Eigma remained low, the youth let her head sink beneath the plane of her shoulders to better protect her throat. She also hunched slightly, lowering her center of gravity so it wouldn't be as easy for Eigma to push her off her feet should she make an attempt.

For the moment, she gray she-wolf paced around her in a circle, forcing Wildfire to spin with her. The tension grew as the young Omicron awaited an attack. It came, eventually, and she reacted like a coiled spring, trying to hop clear. Despite her vigilance, she was not swift enough to avoid teeth skimming across her skin.