Nimbus Summit Of dust and ash

Her fangs grazed the pelt, her teeth caught fur. How the woman had reacted so quickly, evaded Aeronwyn, the white ghost did not know, but she did pay heed to it. It must have been luck, and luck seldom lasts, she reasoned. So when the pale woman made for Aeronwyn's shoulder, she did not evade immidietly but ducked low as the femme made for her shoulder, making to grab the underside of the woman's neck, muzzle, or head, as was one of her favorite moves. And this woman was so close, that Aeronwyn barely had to move, and it was unlikely that she would miss this time. The woman scored a grip on her shoulder, but Aeronwyn wrenched it away as she made for the other's throat, tearing a gash in same shoulder her stupid daughter had already marred. What was with these women and shoulders?