Hideaway Strath One fight AHahah

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Her attempts failed, her lover's teeth snipping at her scarred flanks leaving a small streak of fire in their wake as the sylph slips back. A soft hiss slipped between her pearlescent fangs as blood welled to the surface, plume of moonlight whipping at her hocks in agitation. 

The acolyte dives forward again, rearing back like a wild mare on her hindlegs to slam her small paws into his chest -- open maw beelining for her mentor's sensitive auds and the delicate flesh surrounding them. She'd grab and squeeze, though not enough to hurt unduly or cause permanent damage.

Just enough that he'd feel it and think twice about snapping at her hips again, she thinks with a rumble of light-hearted competition. 

Show me what you got, big man. You're getting your butt kicked by a girl half your size. The sighthound might've laughed at the irony if she didn't have a mouthful of ear.