Hideaway Strath The Shift

@Kynareth Deagon #13/17 

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Once a warrior, always a warrior. Ready and rearing to go, Nyra threw her head back and called for her Grandmaster

The Grandmaster’s ears swivel on his crown as he looks in the direction of the howl. Nyra’s howl of course. It seems they’ve been spending a lot of much need sparring time with each other. It’s good for them anyhow. Perfecting their trade and allowing themselves to get better and better at ripping other wolves that threaten them to shreds — just as he likes it. 

He values the call and heeds her voice, speeding over to meet her. His gaze is knowing and he dips his head to her seriously. Widening his stance and squinting his eyes in determination, he smirks. This will be a good fight.

"Being the silent, brooding type today?" Nyra jested, trying to tease as she charged at Kynareth, snatching at the side of his neck somewhere close to his throat and maneuvering her mass to throw him on his side.

Kynareth smirks back and barks out a strong of laughter as he backs up. “Yeah. Why not?” He growls as she hits him. 

He can feel her teeth snatch him up and bite down hard. She’s sparing no expenses today it seems. Yet, where she wanted to flip him onto his side she fails horribly. Rather he shifts his back end to get more leverage against her and rushes back to meet the pale woman. Going for a bite to her shoulder.

A power tussle today? Bring it. AKA Nyra's exact thought as she mirrors her Grandmaster some, adjusting her hind paws in a firm plant while she pushes her mass back against his as they wrestle, and snaps at his face where she can to ward off his own teeth.

They’re practically matched in strength and power. The only thing Donovan having over her is a good few years of experience. Something that Nyra will also get over time. Yet, as of right now, his attack seems to get the better of her, if only by a hairs breath. 

He growls savagely as he pushes hard against her body in an attempt to win this dire battle of brawn. Yet he knows they cannot keep pushing and pulling at the same time, or else they will stay at a standstill. So, switching it up, he pulls off of her and backs up, awaiting her next attack that would surely follow in the same motion.

Indeed it does. As he backs off --or seems to at least--, she lunges at him with arcing teeth and splayed paws, hoping to enlock with him in a tackle if sorts.

Kynareth moving back, turning his body to the side to take up the defense. Taking the brunt of Nyra’s weight he skids along the ground before shes finally able to tackle him. His resolve didn’t last as long as he thought it would. Especially as he’s growling and moving to bite her nearest limb.

PP of Kynareth permitted by Malia OOC for wrap-up purposes! :> 

As she feels his teeth grip her forelimb, she snarls and goes for his face to retaliate. 
It works...not that well. Both end up tussling with each other and growling on the ground for a bit before Kynareth once again stands victor, pinning Nyra to the earth with a grin. 
A truce called as usual, Nyra says her thanks, and the two go their separate ways for the time being. 

A good fight it was. They really make one hell of a team.