Redsand Canyon Hope

The water was deliciously cool as it ran down her throat. The she-wolf eyes him like a piece of fresh meat for the taking. "Would you like to find out?" She draws her lips back in a snarl, pretty face contorting into one of vicious intent. She began to circle him, ears pinned back against her head as she snapped at his hind and legs. 

Personally, she had never actually sparred. Her Mother had taught her from a young age to defend herself, but if Auriel had ever tried to make it fun Dune had left her bleeding and broken. Life is not a game, Auriel! She remembered those harsh lessons, the way her sister would lick her wounds. Next time do not talk back. Voshkie had been a light in the darkness, a true sun. Their mother had ruined her, though. The last time they had spoken was when they had fought over a male.