Redsand Canyon And all I want is to fill my soul

an explanation was given, clipped and casual. she offers a contemplative hum, accepting this as sufficient. she's no doubts donovan had been the beheader, given his eagerness to describe his willingness to spill blood and rent flesh. she wonders if her rule might have been more effective had she attempted to behead Vanity instead of forcing her into submission when she'd attempted to challenge her for her rank. 

an offer, then, and despite the casual manner in which it was delivered she knew well that it would be a test. everything was, in some form or another, and rarely did she fail. a dip of her muzzle, that easy shift into a stance better benefitting the start of a spar. a beat, and she moves, a lunge for his muzzle. if successful, she will seize hold and wrench his head to the side; a test of his skills just as much as hers.