Redsand Canyon And all I want is to fill my soul

he uses a tactic unavailable to her, becoming small and quick and weasel-like, evading the crush of her jaws with his swift reaction. fangs clack together, but already she is reacting, turning to face him again even as she slips sideways. she's used to fighting those more similar in height and build than herself, and lacks the swiftness and agility of those smaller and leaner. 

still, despite her relative leanness in recent weeks, she must make use of the advantages she does have. she shoves forward, aiming to shoulder into him while her fangs snap at his face, her aim being to unbalance. the still-mending muscles in her shoulder twinge, but the pain is ignored.