Princess' Place [bwp][s] mouth of the devil

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The Selwyn girl let out a heavy snort - the kind that told anyone listening in that she wasn't in the mood to be fucked with. Mangy coyotes included.

She was a year old. With now spending over half of her life with wolves who weren't from the Notch - who weren't her mother - she thought it wouldn't matter after all this time. Yet there was a certain sting in her heart. The kind that made her want to lash out with hopes it would smother the fire that burned under the surface.

A grey paw kicked at a patch of flowers that happened to be closest to her. Their vibrant colors annoying her beyond belief. They just reminded her that it was spring time. The meeting that had been held earlier in the season had given her an idea of when pups started to appear. Or at least when the adults did something to get them.

A nasty look of disgust crossed over her features. Would her mother be bearing any children this year? The thought of wayward siblings caused her fur to prickle with irritation.

Whatever. As long as none of them came looking for her.

(This post was last modified: May 06, 2018, 01:14 AM by Hawthorne.)

Hawthorne wasn’t the only one thrown into a foul mood by the springtime.

His own birthday had come and gone without notice in the middle of breeding season – Reyes wasn’t sure if he’d remembered to tell Askan when it was, and he certainly wasn’t going to ask after it. All it did was serve to remind him he was old. Breeding season had come and gone itself, and most of the awkward pack tension with it. Third winter had finally released its grip to warming weather – hell, it wasn’t even raining today – and here he was, ruminating and grumpy as ever.

Seeing Marisol {s}back from the dead[/b] all the way up north hadn’t even done anything to lift his black spirits. It wasn’t like he was actually broody – he couldn’t be, didn’t have the right biology or hormones, certainly hadn’t impregnated anyone behind Askan’s back – but he was kind of broody. A little bit. Maybe.

So when he spotted the yearling with a look so acerbic it was amazing she hadn’t actually killed the flower with the glower alone, the wheels started turning in his skull. The large wolf chuffed as he jogged over, throwing his shoulder into Hawthorne in a mild shove. “Let’s rumble,” he growled, ears already flexing back as he angled open jaws towards her snout. If she felt half as moody as she looked, Reyes couldn’t imagine the kid saying no.

guardian demonstration 1/3 (sparring with other wolves)

While she usually adored the company of the leaders, her foul mood was big enough to let her fur stay all prickled at the bump she received. Before she could verbally lash something (that maybe wouldn't get her crushed into the ground) she had been beaten to the punch.

The Selwyn yearling didn't need to hear the words twice. When his jaws reached for her snout she was quick to open her own jaws. If their jaws clashed then so be it. The move would make it clear to her superior that she was more than ready to rumble.

The paws that she had mostly grown into would root into the earth below her, easily squishing any flowers that had been caught under her paws. Hawthorne had a good feeling this place wouldn't be looking so spring-y after the two duked out their foul moods.

tldr; hawth is opening her own jaws to counter reyes' reach for her snout, standing rooted to her spot

Teaching Demonstration 1/3

Their teeth clicked and clacked against one another as the pair sparred for a moment, Hawthorne meeting the older wolf eagerly. If he weren’t so irritated with the general World at Large himself, he might have been smug that he’d read her mood so well. As it were, he drew back momentarily, and then threw his weight into her smaller frame with purpose. She’d grown up like a sprout, but she was still just that – all twiggy timber, with no bulk to fill out her frame just yet. Reyes, meanwhile, had thrived living as a pack wolf in the woods (no matter how much he’d protest) and had put on some weight since the winter.

It resulted in a staggering blow, really – not meant to hurt, but to send the kid several steps backwards. “If your opponent is like twice your weight, chica,” he growled, stalking after her, “standin’ your damn ground ain’t the best option. Brave, maybe, but fuckin’ stupid. And a stupid, brave wolf’s gonna be a dead wolf.”

He clicked his teeth and lunged at the girl’s nearest leg, encouraging her to move faster. Quick feet, quick feet!

tldr; jaw spar followed by full body shove to send her backwards, and bitey bites at her legs.

guardian demonstration 2/3 (sparring with other wolves)

A sharp scowl crossed her face as she took a few hard steps backward, staggering but quickly centering herself again. Her ears didn't move from the safe spot against her skull but she heard him well enough. She would have replied to him had she not been sure it would have come out as a piss off and not perhaps a thank you or acknowledgment of advice.

As he aimed for her leg, she tried to dance backward but made sure to snap her own teeth back. He had to aim low to grab a leg right? Then she'd aim for the top of his head. She wasn't close enough to truly get a hold on his neck - which would have surely been an impressive move on her end - but perhaps she could grab an ear. Or any loose skin on the older male's head.

If she met flesh she wouldn't aim to injure him but would certainly make her frustrations known. She fully expected him to do the same.

tldr; awkwardly moving backward while trying to snap at reyes' head (ear or any loose skin available) as he aims for her legs

Teaching Demonstration 2/3

Reyes didn’t expect a thank you – probably would have thought she was trying to kiss ass if she’d given one – and moved easily as she started dancing away, following after as she did. One leg moved up, he snapped at the other one. He didn’t have to say anything now – clearly Hawthorne understood the general concept. Move quickly, or get bitten.

And she wasn’t taking it laying down, either. Good.

The wolf growled softly, ears pinned against his skull. She darted back at him, teeth grazing against his cheek. The yearling got a little more than his fuzz and his skin stung sharply. Fine. Let her have her small victories. Reyes moved swiftly once she was close, ignoring the tiny buzz as he snapped for her exposed neck, her ruff. He might scruff her, sure, but even if she was too slow to realize how open she’d left herself, he wouldn’t hurt her.

Just teach her, exactly, exactly where a wolf who meant to kill her would grab her if given such a nice opportunity.

tldr;; she bites his cheek.  reyes snaps up for her next/ruff while it's open.  if he's fast enough, he means to grab her or scruff her.

guardian demonstration 3/3 (sparring with other wolves)

She was pleased with her small success but didn't let it distract her from the big goal. She was no fool and knew that if this had been real, a small cut on the cheek would mean nothing. It would take more than that.

Before she could aim to shove herself on top of the male she felt a pressure on the underside of her neck. She should have been smart, given in to the force but she was driven to pull herself away even if the force of his teeth was enough to open skin as she pulled away. It was a heavy and hearty growl that escaped her frame.

With jaws open she worked to slam herself back into him, aiming to latch onto the side of his neck.

tldr; hawth pulls away from his grip injuring herself a lil before moving to go after the side of his neck if fast enough

Teaching Demonstration 3/3

If they weren’t snapping and snarling, he would have noted the good reaction. She was smart, rolling with it – pulling back maybe wasn’t the best option here, but if it were for real, Reyes probably wouldn’t have let her go without damage, either. Moving quickly was one of the keys, especially when a wolf didn’t have as much weight as Reyes did to throw around.

He hesitated for half a second – and then let the younger wolf grab his neck. Positive reinforcement, right? Or something like that. That’s what the adult told himself. Had to keep it positive for her. Somewhat.

The large male stilled, and once Hawthorne had released his neck, drew back, retreating into his own space. “You’re getting faster,” he panted, clearly pleased to that end. “Feel better yet, conejito?”

tldr; he slows (a smidgen) and lets hawth get her hit.  tries 2 talk.

You realize that two coyotes have been following you.

She let go soon enough as she too entered her own space to catch her breath. The flowers below had definitely been worn down by their movements. It was a small observation made before she caught the words of Reyes.

Yeah, a bit. The Selwyn said between breaths. You alright? She asked with a small tilt of her head. Hawthorne wasn't referring to his physical state, she was talking about the emotional stuff. She was more than willing to offer an ear to Reyes if he needed it but she wasn't gonna pressure him to talk. The girl didn't mind just sparring like this.

Her face crinkled briefly as she looked off back towards the forest. The form of two coyotes lurking just in the distance. Fuck.

tldr; stops her attacks, talks, notices yotes