Asani's head wavered back and forth at the blind charge. He took a step back, then another, a too-slow retreat. Suddenly, the darker kyn reared onto his hind legs to meet his opponent, his tail stretched out along the ground behind him as a brace. His foretalons reached to capture Wake's at the wrist before they could reach his own throat or chest, perhaps even to drag the older European out of the air altogether and flip him belly-up. Asani's jaw dropped to bare sharp teeth and a deep hiss, a challenge, as he lashed forward to try and find his grip.
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