[Training] you are iron

Amalia Still sitting on a shelf and never Never seen the sun shine brighter Four times her weight and more than twice her length, Amalia does not know how she expected to be able to best him and send him sprawling with a single leap. Instead they both land on the ground, the leopardess tumbling a little before lightly finding her feet among the snow. Springing up, she turns back to the tiger, still elated by the pleasure of play and the freedom she finds in this form. But there is something shadowed in the Sword, not as delighted as she. Frowning a little, Amalia steps toward him, her broad paws leaving scarcely a trace in the snow. A curious "Mrrow?" leaves her lungs, rumbled out in question of his concerns- and is met with the impact of his brawn against her stocky form. Perhaps Amalia could hold her bearings even with his greater bulk, but for whatever reason the leopardess tumbles down, back into the soft and frigid ground, her belly exposed as she lies upon her back. Licking her nose playfully, the feline adopts a look of submission, hoping to distract him while she sends another wave of snow flying toward him with a powerful sweep of her long, long tail. And it feels like me on a good day