[It starts with a growl, low and deep in her throat as the wolf starts to catch her breath. Stay down? She will not.
She drags a front paw under her, and then a second one as she heaves herself to her feet. Her head is low, her back is hunched, and she can smell the singed fur from where she was shocked by the beast's magic. Still, she is stubborn, and she is up, and the beast is injured as well.
The wolf neither advances nor retreats, but merely holds her ground as they reach what she thinks may well be a stalemate. Her lips lift as she shows her fangs, sharp and white, and prepared to defend herself if the creature chooses to attack.]
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She drags a front paw under her, and then a second one as she heaves herself to her feet. Her head is low, her back is hunched, and she can smell the singed fur from where she was shocked by the beast's magic. Still, she is stubborn, and she is up, and the beast is injured as well.
The wolf neither advances nor retreats, but merely holds her ground as they reach what she thinks may well be a stalemate. Her lips lift as she shows her fangs, sharp and white, and prepared to defend herself if the creature chooses to attack.]