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With surprising deftness, Wraen cleared the mercenary's incoming teeth, before just as swiftly dropping into a play bow. The sight tempted Towhee into another blitz attack, though she reeled in the impulse and sprang backward, putting some space between them. The element of surprise was lost now, so she would have to formulate a plan of attack, preferably an approach that would suss out the Sovereign's strong and weak points.

Towhee decided on her next target: the leader's uplifted rump. But instead of going directly for it, she feinted toward the Sovereign's ankle again, diving toward the ground near Wraen's outstretched foreleg before spinning away from it and arching upward. She didn't bother going for a bite, instead simply attempting to tag Wraen's rump with her snout, like someone playing flag versus tackle football.