Lost Creek Hollow The Wind that Ruffled my Fur

Ravensky was ready, her lips were curled up in a snarl as growls dropped down from her parted jaws. Shikoba's light steps in circling the subordinate  drew heavier, for she could feel her heartbeat pound in her body. She was anticipating, she was having an adrenaline rush.

With her opponent ready, Shikoba drew her own growls before launching herself towards Ravensky. Her main goal was to grab the scruff and hold the dark woman down. Though Shikoba didn't look as large as her, her speed and agility made up for it. She at least had long legs to help gain some momentum. Her jaws were parted, her Ivories glimmering.