There was a true satisfaction in so clipping that little creatures hind quarters and tumbling her off balance. It was a rare thing, in any sense, for Frost to engage in such...play fighting. Such games were often reserved for his own species and even then it was more often than not the sort of activity engaged in by those young stallions still trying to test themselves and find their place in that social hierarchy of any herd. It had been months since he had allowed himself such a thing as this. It was a little brutal perhaps, neither so afraid of drawing blood and yet nor was he attempting to kill the little creature either. His blows, for the most part, controlled. Aiming for those parts of her that might injured without killing, striking with one hoof rather then two else merely aiming to toss or knock her as opposed to crush those fragile bones of her body beneath his heavy weight. It was rarer still to find a woman willing to engage in such an event, especially one whom understood just what this ways. That test of strength having become a battle of endurance now, though perhaps it was always destined to be when the girl stood alone and without a pack to assist her in bringing him down. Endurance however, was vastly more his forte, Frost holding little qualm with extending that testing brawl out longer and longer until her superior speed and agility became an effort for her to maintain.

His teeth extended forward, catching her rump, just before her tail, tearing a chunk of fur from her that was unceremoniously spat from his lips, those small hairs sticking to his tongue as his canter slowed to a loping trot, head tossed as he attempted to rid himself of those rouge furs. His thoughts extended to her own to offer but that momentary sort of praise only to find himself classified as a goat- violet eyes rolling beneath that thickened white forelock though he offered no further comment. Frost, despite himself, having taken almost a liking to the woman. The little coyote had already turned, racing towards him as if she intended to fly past, her hind end favouring one side, the stallion satisfied with that knowledge before he found his ears pinning back against his skull once more in that anticipation of her continued assault. The girl clearly not ready to give up yet. She lunged suddenly towards his front right knee- aiming for that flesh just below it. Frost- this time, lunging his own head suddenly down to bite her right back, aiming again for her already injured rump area, seeking to clamp down and bruise that flesh and muscle as he flung his own leg clear of the worst of her assault, though leaving his limb scraped and a little punctured from her flying teeth. It was a sound assault on her part and yet speed, today, had lessened both her accuracy and indeed the force of her bite, leaving him with little more the tooth scrapes. At least from her first attack.

Her second was far less anticipated. The girl so seeming to have learned what so many others often failed to realise. The closer they were to his hulking form, the less capable he was of damaging them. He was hardly a flexible animal, his strikes required some distance, even a small one- to be properly unleashed. The coyote near hugging his side in that frustrating manner before lunging for his back right leg to clamp her teeth onto the soft skin and muscle near his hock. Deceitful little bitch she was! His own form responded near instantly to that sudden, painful bite, the stallion cow kicking that hing leg, bringing it right beneath him to strike out. He was hardly capable of kicking her in such a position and yet dislodging her, at this point, was a far more realistic goal- his white pelted already spotted with blood from those nips and niggling wounds he had already suffered. The stallion inclined to believe, in a true battle, she might well prove to be something of a danger even despite her small size.

Whether he had managed to fling her off else she had let go off her own accord he hardly knew, the dog racing off to the side as Frost pivoted in turn, his leg decidedly sore and aching and yet this time he saw little need to give her a chance to recover- the stallion lunging after her almost immediately, only to canter but a stride past her- hind legs strike violently out as he passed in near the same moment to render the creature painfully airborne were she not swift enough to move- that stallion circling tight once more before coming right at her a second time- charging at her directly again- aiming to force her to dodge, pivoting, coming back at third time to force her again to either dodge of risk being pounded beneath his feet- forcing the girl to run each and every time. Frost entirely capable of keeping up this pace for hours- the stallion determined, now, to run out the last of her energy reserves and chase her entirely into submission if need be. Hooves flung at her each time she attempted to dart in towards him, the ground shaking beneath his charges- teeth diving at her any time she sought to draw in closer as he simply continued moving with every intention of refusing to allow her to catch her breath....charging at her over and over, turning to charge again and keep her fleeing for as long as he was able.


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