Redsand Canyon Frourós

He mentioned his love and Towhee remembered: this dude was married to Tamar. That was a worthwhile cause right there, naturally, and any pups they brought into the world would need safekeeping too. She nodded her understanding, filing these mental notes for later.

Meanwhile, she must focus all her faculties upon this spar. His muzzle dipped to safeguard his throat, thwarting her initial attack. He retaliated by leaping for hers, or at least that’s how it seemed to Towhee. Instead of dodging, she let the hit happen, his fangs scraping her chin.

She didn’t particularly appreciate the use of teeth, though Towhee didn’t say anything. Arsenio remained attached to mandible for a second and she imagined he felt the thrill of a successful hit. The Redhawk then yanked her muzzle away from his grip, only to lob it back at him, essentially trying to pistol whip his snout with her own.