Honeyed Pasture mayday

HP: 10/20

A crooked grin found its way to the fiery child's maw. Toothy as the other woman lost her patience with the child's attitude. Apparently being insulted by someone who isn't even a year old yet wasn't something the other wolf could look the other way. Unfortunately for Connie, her abilities weren't sharpened yet and the stranger managed to get the immediate upper hand. 

A growl rumbled through her as her face was forcefully thrown into the mud and muck, caking her muzzle and cheek while she glared daggers at her new-found opponent. From her lowered position, she reached forward with the intent of grabbing the gold-ish girl's paw and see if she could rip it from the ground and gain the upper hand for herself. Should she succeed, Connie would pull and tug to sweep the other off her feet.