when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun,
She enjoys watching the young wolf’s reactions to her boldness; something that Dayé has never shied away from. The two were not even properly introduced yet, however the older wolf found it the perfect time for a lesson. She had always found herself drawn to other shifters, eager to fall into place beside them and mark them as kin, much like she is doing now to the white and black wolf before her. The other almost didn’t have a choice in the matter - Dayé allows her wolf’s instinctive pull to guide her as she ‘plays’ with the other, intent on teaching her the true wolf spirit.
The girl is not expecting an attack, Dayé quickly notices, as she quietly peers up at her with an excited smile, but even then, she does not shy away. Dayé’s teeth clasp on the soft white fur around her neck, where it naturally grows thick for protection. A slight pinch would be all the young girl would feel before Dayé releases her, leaping backward and lowering her dusty rose head back to the earth, snarling from below. Without any words from Dayé, the white wolf mimics her posture and then leaps towards her.
She’s eager - which causes a breathless smile to appear on Dayé’s face. The larger wolf allows her to make contact though, of course, it does little to actually affect her. Her young paws press into her - claws ready but uncertain - and Dayé rolls onto her side, taking the white and black wolf with her. Using her hind legs, the rose-colored wolf pushes the other away from her (not hard enough to hurt her ribs, but enough to understand the damage that could have been done with full power), and leaps back to her feet.
“Good,” Dayé tells her, “stay low.” The older wolf demonstrates, bending so that she hovers above the ground. “Your goal is always to go for the underside of the neck.” Dayé snakes her head forward and snaps just below her throat, showing how attacking from beneath will give a better angle. “And never expose yours.” The breathless grin on her face stretches wide as she lifts her head and takes a couple of steps back, allowing the wolf girl to resettle and try again.
“Move quick enough to where I forget to guard mine - that is how you’ll win.”
Dayé’s smile ripples into a snarl, growling as she invites the girl to attack her again.
Dayé
where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none.
@[Mazikeen]
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