Stavanger Bay and twisted preservatives of life

the two wolves blurred in a tango of bright russet and shady umber -- sand flew from beneath their bent hocks, and they contorted and dived with eyes only for each other. in that present moment, sandpiper's world was consumed by rosalyn - she tried to study every move, to predict her opponent's next gesture -- but the attempts to be foreseeing only caused her concentration to wane and distractedly, she sailed right past rosalyn's easy feint.

she whirled around angrily, just in time to have two limbs thrusted towards her. instinctively she ducked her head and drove her shoulder low into the blow, finding herself suddenly underneath rosalyn. with wild bucks she attempted to unsettle the female's balance -- once she was free she would turn round and stand still, her tail held neutrally as if to signify the spar was over.