Redsand Canyon she held her pose

her teeth find purchase in renard's shoulder, the metallic tang of blood drawn whisking across her tongue; a reminder. this is a friendly spar, she does not wish to truly hurt them and she loosens her grip. a mistake she realizes a moment later as she feels their teeth grasp her leg like a vice and in the sand made slick by bloodred water, her weight is shifted beneath her. her footing is lost and she slips with a startled yelp that morphs into a growl. she comes down hard but not before she lashes out with claws at their flank, intending to draw pain if only so her fellow blade lets go of her and she can regain her footing in the crimson water now swirling with whorls of disturbed sand; staining her silverlit pelage a dripping, ruddy crimson.

to show that she is, even in the height of her mistake, having fun she lets out a rumbling laugh as an acknowledged: well played though she is far from giving up.