For someone who wants the humans to approve of her, she's even more eager to fight than Siffleur is. He jumps again, this time forced to land on the floor. The moment his feet meet metal, he turns swiftly and lunges back at the timber wolf. She's big - and he's rarely fought a timber wolf, and never without the element of surprise on his side. But turning tail and running is more embarrassing than dying.

The shewolf's jaws are what he needs to worry about most, so he uses his claws to try keep her at arm's length, lashing out with three quick strikes to tear along her sides. Her hide is thick, and it doesn't cut her nearly as deep as he needs to. The scent of blood hits the open air, but it doesn't gush from her guts, and he tries to twist around. If he can get his legs under him, he can make some distance between them...