Silverlight Terrace These bonds are far from broken

Pallas was thrown by the collision, but it did not deter her. They were in close quarters now, and without a large gap between them, Pallas was not about to give up. She was not interested in savaging the youth, but neither was she interested in relenting. The bone was all she wanted, and Pallas liked to think she was deserving of getting everything she wanted.

As they pulled from the tangle of each other's limbs and Pallas' bite glanced Potema's cheek the taste of blood seemed to fuel the resurgence of Pallas' conviction that she needed that bone. She was hot upon Potema, after all, the two had just been within kiss or kill distance of each other a moment ago. Running with such a large object meant adjusting your posture and running upright, which did not lend to streamlined speed. This would be a hindrance to Potema, but in the end if Pallas stole the bone, would also be a drawback for her as well. Pallas aligned herself with Potema's blind side. She lengthened her stride best she was able and once more lunged towards Potema's cheek, this time her teeth aiming for the jutted intrusion of the hip-bone. Whatever she gripped, the female would slam on the brakes in an attempt to wrench whatever she seized straight off balance. If she missed the pelvic bone, she would be just as happy seizing cheek or scruff. Pallas knew if this broke out into a fight she would have to be quick, as the old injury on her hind end tended to cause her pain in sustained efforts.