Redsand Canyon down and out over the mount

>:D

A simple “Okay” indicated Colin’s acceptance. He dropped into a crouch; Finley mirrored the gesture, noting his silent and seemingly unenthusiastic snarl. Huh, it wasn’t as though she’d forced this on him. But her thoughts faded to a background static.

Colin started the fight with a lunge to her left; Finley bounded right. He swerved, her traction slipped in the sand; with a muffled thud skull hit chest and Colin shoved her back, momentarily winding her. For a haggard thing he packed a punch.

Hind paws dug into the earth; Finley stood, if unsteady, and twisted forth with an open maw towards the shoulder—then ducked down, her true target being his forelimbs. If she made contact she would keep her bite light, but would not let go.