Shimmering Sands I have a very small mouth and only grabbed some of you

The escalation climbed while the wild woman latched onto Raptor's foot and he yowled loudly. Smokestep bristled, but before any action could be taken, she turned her nose to the air and departed. The pale hound snorted curtly toward the female but did nothing to stop her. Facing Raptor, he made sure his companion was not badly injured before he huffed a grumbling, “good riddance.”

Sandpiper stalked away moodily and Raptor took his own leave. Smokestep frowned between the two and opted for a direction that did not follow either of them. His lengthy limbs carried him in swift strides away from the meeting place and into the wilds.