Haunted Wood Excuse me while I hit that Woah

patiently, astara waited -- yet she needn't wait long.

the child stood square, determined. in a breath he had gathered his limbs underneath him and sprung, paws outstretched. assuming he was jumping upon her, astara readied herself for the blow by squaring her shoulder and canting it towards him -- only to realize his goal was elsewhere.

his paws connected with her lowered skull, handily pushing her head and neck away. giving way to the surprising blow, astara's pride was more stung than her pelt -- how had she not seen that coming?

no matter; astara snapped after his trailing paws, attempting to grab them. if she did, she would drag him by his leg quite literally, parading him around in the manner hector was ruthlessly drug by achilles.. yet fate ordained this cruel trick was not to be repeated, for astara's jaws snapped 'round nothing save air.

blinking in disapproval, the girl retracted herself from the boy -- and squared herself off so the fight might resume once again.