She should've seen this coming. She knew from the get go, that the odds were stacked against her. Aytigin was older, larger and more experienced. But Neha was too proud not to give up without a fight. Any wolf who just laid down with their tail tucked placidly against their belly wasn't worthy of holding their current rank. You had to fight for what was yours, even if you lost or retained it in the end.

Her jaws clacked on empty air, as to her surprise, he pulled off a move she didn't expect. He ducked beneath her, twisting to use his size to slam into her. She stumbled, her knees buckling. Her body followed, her flank scraping against the dirt of the bank. Eliciting a low growl, she flailed against his weight. He wouldn't budge. Her agility and speed wouldn't save her here. Drawing blood from a pack mate was not an option. Not if she wanted to be banished. His final demand issued, she struggled one last time. All defiance wiping away from her face, she peeled her eyes away, to the ground. Her body went slack. "Fine...you've proven yourself." She said quietly.