Kintla Flatlands Plates and Saucers

In a flurry of fur and fangs the doe stumbled, knocked off balance by the intrepid Shrike's blow. Pallas did not stand by and watch, her limbs churning into overdrive as instinct consumed her. As Shrike circled for a weak spot Pallas dove in, complimenting the flitting male's attack to the hock by attacking a forelimb. The doe's hooves struck out and one grazed her on the cheek with a sharp report and Pallas, angered, bit down deeper into the leg. The doe, grappled from two limbs, fell to the side with a thrash and a cloud of dust. Pallas lunged then for the throat with a silent efficiency, shaking the doe's neck as dust rose in a solemn swarm about them.