Redsand Canyon hurry up before your blood runs cold

germanicus felt as if he understood now that aquene was absorbing movements of his own. her teeth cut for the vulnerable part of his neck. like a stallion he too reared, bringing his crooked forelegs up and aiming them for her throat as the other's teeth sliced through his own thick fur to nick flesh.

again he used this harsh movement to throw her aside, if she would be buffeted this time. germanicus followed with a controlled lunge of his own, slamming his other side against aquene now with a broadshield motion.

"again," he ordered, feeling inside his mouth with tonguetip where his lip had split from their previous impact. it was a good sign that she had already drawn blood.