Redsand Canyon they broke the wrong parts of me

his teeth make contact; a small splice of tooth against her flesh as he snaps at her shoulder. she barely feels it in the moment, only smarting to a sharp and persistent sting in the moments after drawing a small expel of air from her lips in a hiss. and she does retaliate. she drives forward with an intent to grab his hind leg. her intention, to draw pain and to, hopefully, get him off balance.