Pine rightfully deserved the snap of jaws and fangs on her face. By allowing herself to think about other things, even during a spar, would open her up for greater injury. As his fangs did their damage, she could still appreciate that he gave her the warning and the challenge, while still not diving in for the kill, or to severely hurt his new queen. Shoving the thoughts aside, she surged her thoughts forward and refocused on the ‘battle’ at hand, still learning his techniques and guaging where he fell in battle formations.

From his previous attack, and it seemed like his instinct, Pine was not surprised by his retaliation to her attack towards his chin. It seemed as though he were the kind of wolf to throw himself into a fight and fangs instead of back away from it. The first time he had done this sort of defense had taken her by surprise. This time, in preparation, and curiosity if he would do it again, she did not bite down on his chin immediately. Instead, she kept her jaws fairly relaxed. When Cuirass moved his down down, closer to her level, her head and her fangs shifted to the side, bringing them well within range of the softness of his throat. He may have been covering her with the bulk of his body. Size and mass on his side, but she was right where someone of her stature needed to be. Up close, and with a dagger literally at his throat.

Her mouth around the soft skin and mass of his throat, just below his chin, she issued a muffled but audible growl at him. It was too late to stop him from continuing his counter. As his head continued to slam down on her, she refused to bite her packmate and instead got her face, nose, and neck tangled in his rough. Her body twisted oddly, refusing to show him her belly. Paws dug deep into the dirt of the den floor. Long gouges raked from her claws. There was no possible way the tiny queen could have avoided being pushed back into the den in his position and she had to give him credit for that.

Shaking her head, to try to dislodge herself and him from their entanglement, she stepped back and straightened, hopefully making her movements swift enough to show she was stepping out of the spar. To accent her point and a ‘truce’ she waved her tail and yipped. If his goal had been to get her into the den, he had succeeded. Her’s had been to see what kind of wolf he was, and she felt she got much of what she needed. No need to remind me to never piss you off. She teased, her tail still wagging. Forest eyes glowed happily in the darker shadows of the den, highlighted by the gold and white below and above them. I like you. I hope you like it here and I will do whatever I can to make sure you do. Her face turned slightly more serious and she bared her teeth, half serious and half teasing. Now get out of my den. Not intending on having pups soon, she still felt protective and possessive of the space that would one day be a home and sanctuary to small beings. At this time, she trusted Cuirass to help protect it, like he hopefully would the pack and Iromar itself. This did not mean she wanted him just hanging out inside it. Besides, it was meant for her and Cenna. Cuirass was significantly bigger than either of them, and made the space rather cramped.