Redhawk Caldera We'll always have Paris

Indeed, he came bearing down before she could drawn in another breath, his teeth digging into her shoulder. She yipped, as it was the same shoulder he had just rammed and the fangs poking into her already tender flesh smarted badly. Wildfire pressed her lips together against crying out again, then snapped her jaws at the side of his face. Like her brother, she did not seek to draw blood, though the pain in her shoulder caused her to lunge a bit more forcefully than she might have otherwise.