Redsand Canyon Madness

War found Nyra’s leg and the woman fell.

However as expected from the white woman, she did not fall without taking War with her. She grasped for her neck and got a hold of it too. War was thrown out of balance too and stumbled forward and fell down on top of Nyra. Not very elegantly either, the big and heavy woman was not used to a dance like this and she had not been prepared.

As she fell on top of Nyra, War opened her jaws and locked a hold of whatever she could get her jaws on underneath her. Mostly fur likely, but it was something. The tussle was on for real now and War ignored every bell within her that screamed for blood. No. Not now, not here, not this woman.

She couldn’t harm Nyra like that, she couldn’t draw her blood even if every war ridden fiber of her demanded it to be so. She tried to get a grip with her jaws and shake, carefully though, to not cause too much harm. She knew she wouldn’t grab much more than fur and skin, but the fight was on. She wasn’t about to stop now. Now when there was her sanity at stake.