Redsand Canyon she held her pose

the blood welling over their shoulder hardly bothered them, spar or not. the saints had plenty in the way of healers so far, and after all. what was a fight without a little blood?

their muzzle came up. praimfaya slipped in the slick sand, and her paw thudded heavily into their side, claws raking through the fur. they swung away, letting her free as they went before the awkward position caused any real damage – blood was blood, but a twisted ankle was more problem than a scrape – and turned, paws sunk deep into the dark water.

renard was not one to offer a laugh as anything other than mocking. maybe a warning. whatever had happened when derg knocked them into the water and held them there.

but the grin widened at praimfaya’s laugh, inching marginally closer to genuine – well, as genuine as they ever got – and an accompanying growl rose in their throat as they snapped to grapple her muzzle.