Redsand Canyon I'm not a Pushover

Doing rolls in the same thread as last Spar. Rolls here!

He smiles at her reply now. He’s never been good at keeping a straight face. “Good. We’ll see how much you mean that, darling.” He begins trotting off. “Follow me.”

He trots a little ways out of the den following the stream north. He stops just a solid ten meters up and looks to her. “Let’s begin.” 

With the that, he will lunge at her, not holding back as his teeth latch onto her neck. The force of his strength surely enough to send he back a few paces. He will stay latched on until she shakes him off.