Redsand Canyon I'm not a Pushover

They’re squabbling in the dirt beside the stream and Donovan gives a fair shake of his body. His grip is strong but only strong enough to keep the large woman at boy for a short period of time. She’s slipping out of his grasp and snatching him up this time. He feels her teeth nick at his throat and his faces screws up in pain. Lip snarling, teeth bared, the brindled male rips himself from her maw and rears up on his hind legs. Bringing his weight down upon her viciously. Paws landing on her shoulder, rib area. He wouldn’t break anything but surely she’d be a bit sore, maybe some bruises.