Redsand Canyon And all I want is to fill my soul

metal blossoms from where her fangs had torn into the supple flesh of her cheek, and the sting is somehow more uncomfortable than the ache in her shoulder. the man falters beneath her weight, and even though pain lances suddenly through her hind limb as she pushes off of it she is made successful. 

she does not hesitate long above him, withdrawing when it is apparent their battle is over. she withdraws, breath coming quickly as gingerly she shifts, moving to alleviate the weight from her healing limbs. she waits there for the pain to subside, though her attention is on the male as he too recovers; expectant.