she had done some evil thing with her paws, ground their bones together. her teeth worried his nape until he became afraid she might truly maul him. but the eivorsson listened when the strong stranger pressured him into the snow and gave instruction.
released, he leapt to his feet again, spun in a circle, and felt the short sharp breaths hawking from his throat.
tongue lolling, he panted through nerves, watching the woman with equally shining eyes. taller than him, more powerfully built, he saw that he had not evaluated her properly before. there were few advantages here that might be seen.
but she waited, and so torgar caught his breath, moving into his own cadence.
claws had caught where jaws had not. a nod, and he launched himself at the warrior once more.
nails, lashing; he dropped low to hopefully dodge first slash and came up with a shoulder aimed toward the base of her throat, locking hindlegs into a tremble for balance's sake.
teeth would attempt a counter of her own next; torgar was not assured of his success, but this seemed a better strike than before.




