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For any! Along the DEB borders.

Things seemed... tense, and honestly, Ozark didn't get it.

Well, she did get it. I mean, she wasnt an idiot. Spring had sprung. Birds and the bees and all that. The melting of snow and coming of warmth meant a new generation of wolves to be had. She just didn't know why it put so many hairs on end. Was keeping it together that difficult?

Ozark had entered her first year along her sister at the cusp of winter. Born along the coast during the cold winds off the icy seas. They were badass but no man was getting any ass, not this go around. Not from anyone under Ozark's watch, if she had any say about it.

The little harpy had been told not to mark the borders, but she still very much so walked them- watched them, should any strange male come a'knocking. In fact, as she stomped about, the lass was just looking for a fight.

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Fresh blood.

That was what ran through her mind as she prowled closer to the border. Would the newer member of the pack know if she was supposed to wander out this far? Would she knew even who she was? Who her parents were? There was much to see, and it left the youth to prowl after her near agemate… certainly older, but not as old as Eros was, nor as old as any of her parents… younger than both groups. It left Tori curious.

There would not be a chuff, instead, the youth would spring out from a nearby bush towards the woman, hoping to spook her with a sinister giggle that bordered upon threatening. Her teeth barred though it was in a more playful way. Despite all her faults, Tori knew better than to pick a fight against someone bigger… at least for now.

In a few months though? She would be unstoppable.

“GOTCHA!” She’d howl out in preemptive victory, assuming she would win as she tended to do.

Ozark stalked about- loud as can be. Heavy of foot. She was far more graceful in the water, she promised! A far cry from the stalking-silent type, the other Valle jumped from the brush, catching Ozark off guard as intended.

She jumped back, hairs along her back flinging upwards and a snarl of warning on her features. But then came the laughter, the playful yet teasing intent. Ozark scoffs, tossing her nose up. "Oi, I don't think so, lass!" She replied and charged into her direct and then bounding to the side, going low and snipping at the younger wolf's ankles. Ozark was on duty, but hell if that meant she wouldn't stop that for some fun. If she wanted a tussle, let's tussle!

(This post was last modified: Mar 21, 2024, 12:58 AM by Ozark.)

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Oh, she had caught a lively one! The woman immediately reacted, dodging her attack after realizing it was a pup attacking from the bushes inside the territory. It had been risky of Tori to even make such an attempt on a guardian, but one she had grown bold enough to make at the fact that he woman did not know her. “You’re going down!” She declared triumphantly after the woman snipped at her ankles, catching fur but nothing more as Tori dodged out of the way.

Turns out months of picking fights with her siblings had netted her some skills in a fight.

She’d jump at her again, her youthfulness and lack of experience showing in the way she simply dove her body weight towards the larger girl, as if slamming into her front would throw her off balance…

Needless to say she was going to need more training before she was ready to take on anyone larger than her… but she didn’t know that, yet.

She was quick! Quicker then Ozark, perhaps, but the pirate girl doubted she would be faster then her sister @Annie. Ozark's jaws only clipped on hairs but the girl was whirling around, tossing her weight into the other wolf. Ozark lowered her front half and braced her sturdy limbs. If it was a war on bulk, Ozark would win- at least with this one here. Short but a bit stocky, Ozark did her best to ground herself and shove right back- the top of her skull to the other's chest.

She didn't know the girl to be family, but it mattered not. She would wrestle and/or fight anyone who wanted to give it a go and wouldn't worry on who her parents were or not. After all, as far Ozark was aware, Modesto was the Matriarch of the Valle.

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Tori found a fire in Ozark that she thought most of the pack did not have… perhaps Eros or Viorel, but they were also more muted than the girl in front of her. Tori could appreciate it… respect it even. She grounded herself and shoved back, sending Tori skidding backwards by about a foot, a heavy huff escaping from her chest. She did her best to shake it off, and rise in a timely manner as her eyes narrowed, a devilish smile on her features.

She had to be a Valle. Valle were the best, and she fought like some of the best. Of that, Tori was convinced.

She didn’t know which one, but she was determined now to put on a show. And so she’d run, charging past her before rearing her head to nip at the girl’s back haunches as she passed, displaying her speed where her strength had failed her.

The other girl faltered backwards with a heavy escape of breath. She smirked, eyes narrowing and Ozark let a half-smirk slip from the side of her mug as well.

Then, the girl came charging again. This time flying on past her. Ozark reached and spun as she ran past, her teeth clicking hard on air and then she yips as Tori pinches a mouthful her ass. "Aye, easy on th' goods, mate!" She pants and lowers, tailed flagged high. Since this one was quick, the pirate found it best to wait for her target to come to her, then she would have her chance to strike.

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Tori could not help but snort out of instinct when the other girl referenced her ‘goods’. “Not too much good about them.” She shot back, quick of the tongue just as she was on her feet. Her opponent took a defensive position and she snarled lightly in response, in a way that was meant to be playful but also underly a soft seriousness.

She would move forward, attempting to make another quick pass at her side. The girl was too large for her to swipe at normally, so another side pass would hopefully irritate her into attacking… and if that were the case, Tori would be better apt to use speed against her in order to bring her down.

The pup came again, attempting another "hit and run" at the sea Harpy. Her opponent reaches, grabbing at her side and yanking back fur and skin as she keeps her momentum going.

Ozark, having been waiting for her strike, whips her body around as Tori passes, aiming to clamp down somewhere along her flank.

She was growing rougher as the spar continued, not thinking of if she could get in trouble for this. After all, Ozark grew up sparring like this on the reg. Ozark was also a wolf very much in the now. Act first - question later.

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Tori craved a challenge, and it was what the teen gave her. She whipped her body, teeth sinking into her flank which caused a yelp but it was merely of surprise rather than a reaction to cause alarm, turning, knowing it would hurt if her teeth were still in her flank as she kicked her leg out, intending to plant a facer with her paw on the woman’s jaw in a manner akin to a horse kicking out.

Ozark was getting rougher, and Torianna found herself living for such a fight… as if finally someone could live up to the challenge! A playful growl lingered under the weight of her breath as she once more turned on her opponent to throw her speed at her, attempting to catch her off guard and knock her off her paws.