Nimbus Summit Of dust and ash

Giana barreled forward, meeting her mark far too easy. In a second, she understood why: Aerowyn's teeth sunk into the soft underflesh of Gia's jawbone. This time, blood seeped from the gashes left on her face, and the pain burned like fury, but the ivory queen stayed in control. As the silver woman pulled free of her grasp, the Ferretti twisted to the side and lowered her head nearly to her paws. Aerowyn hit, though not her fatal mark, and grabbed firmly onto the snowy fur of Giana's shoulder. Her life was hers, this time, but her wariness of this stranger grew. Clearly, she was a fighter, but so was this nomad ruler. Memories flooded back into her mind, training endless hours with her father to better her skills. Then had been less serious, but today was about life or death in Giana's eyes. 
For a moment, Gia stilled, wincing at the grasp on her shoulder and rushing herself to make a decision. Finally, her front paw closest to Aerowyn shot out, aimed for the slim legs of her attacker. If she didn't back away, letting go, then she ran the risk of breaking a leg or being swept onto her back.