Willow Ridge rights to kill

Oh god I'm sorry, I've been staring at half of this reply for 4 days - I forgot how to fight post xD Let me know if I need to change anything. Word vomit.

Come and get it. As her mother rose up, she smiled, her own tail lashing behind her at a steady pace as she readied herself. It all came down to this moment. All her training with @Craw, a much larger opponent to be sure, the miles of border patrol and the sleepless nights imagining up the next great disaster, checking another cache, watching for the swine, building on the loyalty of her pack mates and gently encouraging them to find their place, or claim it. It was time she followed her own advice.

Morganna pulled back to place some distance between herself and her mother, careful to not turn her back on her opponent. Teeth clicked playfully, adding to the building atmosphere as her tail suddenly stopped its wave. It was time to get serious. Despite the difference in size between them Morganna was confident she could get this done, but she couldn't wipe the smile from her face at her mothers willingness to comply. She moved forward then, in a charge. If her chest managed to make contact with her mothers shoulder she would try to place a leg across the older wolfs back. If she was successful it would leave her in a position with access to her mothers ruff. But she didn't expect it to be over nearly so easily.

Lort this is old, my bad @Morganna Please let me know if the positioning doesn't make sense! 

She baited her daughter, waiting for the charge as she came running into her direction. Elettra Archer held her ground, using her weight against Morganna in order to keep her position as Morganna's chest collided with her shoulder. In those moments, as Morganna's leg lifted to wrap around Elettra's neck as she tried to get her scruff, Elettra's head dipped low. Jaws aimed to grab for Morganna's remaining foreleg that was on the ground. She attempted to grab her daughter's forearm and yank it outward so that way with being off balance, Morganna would flip and fall down onto her side. Still, there were risks. Even if Morganna did fall because she would have no front legs to hold her ground, with Morganna reaching for her scruff, it would most likely mean Elettra's neck, head and upper body would be forced to go down with her depending on how hard Morganna held on. Ether way, it was a move Elettra would risk in order to knock her daughter into the dirt if only for a brief moment of victory.

Unexpectedly, she managed to get up over her mothers shoulder, teeth closing harmlessly on the thick fur and skin of her ruff. What she hadn't been anticipating (and should have as it was a move she herself often used), was the way teeth closed around her foreleg and threw her utterly off balance. Loosing her grip on @Elettra (for she truly had no desire to harm her newly healed mother), she hit the dirt with a heavy thud, throwing her weight into the fall to roll herself over and gather her feet under her slight frame to push up.

She smiled, head held low and eyes wary as she calculated her next move. Her tail rose up, little more than a bit of posturing to buy herself some time. She was wary of her mothers hip, mindful of her teeth. She was proving herself more than capable of handling the challenge, and yet her daughter hesitated. But fortune didn't favour the meek, did it? Preparing herself for a second round, this time she would aim lower (a risk with her mothers superior weight and height). She only had to return the favour, teeth clicking around front legs. With any luck her mother wouldn't fall on her as Capable had.

Her success was quickly gained, her daughter falling onto the ground, only to roll with it and lift up quick to her footing. Morganna was a swift one, Elettra would give her that, far even more swift then herself. Still, while Morganna was lifting back up and regaining her footing it gave Elettra just enough time to adjust herself and give her head and neck a shake that had just moments ago been held onto. Morganna lunges again, this time coming in low, snapping at Elettra's feet which caused the woman dancing. Her own jaws lowered, nipping at Morganna's ears as a low growl echoed from her mug. It was more of a 'Quiiiiittttt ittttttttt!' kind of a noise as she jumped back away from her daughter's snaps at her ankles. It was a relatively mild spar at the moment, to see who would grow tired first or slip up and fall, leaving the other on top as victor. Elettra Archer had been in many far worse scraps, where fights of dominance were far more brutal in Torbine. This mother, however, felt no need for such aggression when it was clear she wanted her daughter to come out victorious.

I am the worst. @Elettra left it open if you want to wrap it up in the next round or two or keep going.

To a casual observer, the dance that was happening before their eyes could have almost been considered a play fight, the nips to her ears reminding her this was more than a mere formality. If she wanted to do this properly, to lead the pack in her own right, then she needed to stop playing around and get this over with. Even casual spars with Craw had been more brutal than this exchange. 


Morganna hit the anchors, hoping her mother would keep reeling back from the teeth that had just been aimed at her legs, and if all went to plan she would rise with her jaws aimed to firmly grasp her mothers muzzle. If she missed, well at least it would be clear that play time was over.

Pah, your fine. Trust me I have been failing a whole lot more then you.

Morganna's adjustment was quick, her once lowered body shooting up to snap at Elettra's muzzle from underneath. Teeth scratched at the top of her snout and at her chin, threatening to clamp down as Elettra countered. Their jaws were more or less in a 'jaw spar', teeth to clank against one another. A growl echoed from Elettra's mug as though to urge her daughter on. If anyone were to be watching, they would need to know that Morganna had won this battle fair and square, even though some who might know them far more personally might find that had Elettra really wanted this pack back, she would have died fighting for it. After having been back peddling away from her daughter, Elettra's limbs locked, holding her ground before shoving back into her daughter, chest to chest in order to both physically and mentally push her daughter further.

Sorry, out of words to spare :/ getting ready to head off to a funeral.

The shove forward was a move that Craw often used, and her mothers weight wasn't nearly so jarring as the silver male's was. She braced for impact, using her mother's own momentum to bring her where Morganna wanted her. A paw lifted to try and get across the older woman's back, jaws hoping to claim the former leaders scruff and end this. She could only hope @Elettra was worn down enough that any weight she applied would be enough to bring the larger woman down. Morganna was almost out of tricks to spare.

As Elettra shoves forward Morganna lunges, reaching out for her mother's scruff in order to use the weight Elettra was moving forward in order to take her own. It worked, for the most part, causing the mother to falter in her steps. With a certain bad hip and an ankle roll later, Elettra falls over onto her side before her daughter's feet. Of course, Elettra could have fought on, could have kicked out to smack a foot into her daughter's face, or reach out her jaws to snap at her ankle and yank in back. But she didn't. She was tired, but she was not out of the game, though allowed this fault of her own to be her end. It was what she wanted. It was what Morganna needed. Although not flipping over on her back and curling her tail, Elettra instead flips over onto her stomach, remaining in a laying position. Her head falls to her throat is to the ground, silken black ears pulled back against her head. "Congratulations, my Leader...." She smiles softly, tail thumping on the ground.

As her mother folded beneath her, she found herself momentarily taken off guard, expecting to be thrown off and forced to submit at any moment. She tried to angle herself to avoid any flailing paws that might come her way, however with her mother's words she knew that there was no risk of that. She released her hold, moving in close to press her nose into her mother's cheek, her muzzle making its way under her chin to encourage the Archer matriarch to get back up, her waving tail conveying the thanks that words could not. "I might be the leader, but yer'll always be the Queen," she countered with a smirk.


It was equal parts relief and the feeling of accomplishment that lifted the weight from her shoulders. While she was sure there were those who thought she had not earned her rank, at least between the two of them they knew now that it was not the case. She had poured her heart and soul into doing right by the pack, but only time would tell if that would end up paying off. Their business done, she saw no need to race off, instead motioning with a tilt of her head. "Yer feelin' up fer a hunt after that?"

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