Heron Lake Plateau punch drunk

Same here!  I have a hard time visualizing where they're positioned so I hope this is ok lmaoo

Her temper had gotten the better of her, and she'd done exactly what he'd expected her to.  It threw off her initial approach and left her in deep water she wasn't sure if she'd be able to navigate out of.  She was used to sparring with burly men, and the group she'd joined just before the Redhawks had fought much the same.. but Ambrose was better than any of those nimrods had ever been.  

He stayed in her personal bubble far more than she would've liked.  If she couldn't dance around him, she couldn't wear him out.  

She didn't want to be shown up this early, but she had few tricks in her book.  He dove close to her, and she snapped at his muzzle in retaliation — much too broad for her to hold onto, it slipped through her grasp — and he gripped the flesh between her scruff and shoulders.  It singed, white-hot where his fangs connected with her flesh, and she choked back a frustrated noise.