Silver Creek takes two to tango

"Maybe I'm just vain" she shoots back before they could begin. Wren cracks a smile that furrows into a listless snarl when they did. She makes the first move, connecting with his shoulder but he drops under her. Derg tries to lift or flip her over; but it doesn't work. She becomes limp, making it that much harder to tobble her when her full weight is under his snout.

Her neck cranes, trying to bite at his face but cannot get a grasp. Groaning inwardly, Wren struggles over the man. They're more or less flopping around, trying to get serious but unable to. Perhaps they're both scared of hurting the other wolf. It'd been too long since the woman actually got into a fight. Her last realm was relatively peaceful.

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