Redsand Canyon days of creation

thank you! Finley at 13/20 HP, if I’m understanding it right (&correct me if not); roll here. what the fuck honestly

And so Colin rose; a familiar thrill swelled in Finley’s chest. Renard’s response was less obvious; projection compelled her to read what smile he betrayed as a mirrored excitement.

Three against one it was, then. This would be absolutely chaotic—a breed of it Finley welcomed.

Without warning the hybrid charged; her sidestep was futile, Colin in the way or she too aware he might be in the way and thus clumsy or just because she was not a dodging sort. Fangs hooked into her lower neck oh come ON, did she wear a neon collar flashing “please attack me here”?

She’d had no time to display before the fight; now Finley’s own hackles pricked under Renard’s teeth, and with a spitting snarl her head twisted, careless of how deeply he bit. If she wrenched free she’d aim for the face, but target mattered less than finding any purchase at all.