Redsand Canyon onero

Now this turned into a pop quiz. One she neither studied nor prepared for.

Well, shit. 

"Uuuh." The dog stared with a slacked jaw at the path down which these imaginary enemies would advance, then all around at the walls which would in such a scenario trap her. Was there a trick to it? Because her battling habits were giving her a single answer.

"I'd back up into a corner." Was what she finally said. "Wait for them to make the first lunge, then attack." Her breed lacked mobility, but their powerful jaws were their best asset. To Diesel, that seemed a sound way to defend against a double attack.