Redsand Canyon Frourós

The swift movement struck his snout and sent a spark of pain through his skull like electricity.

Arsenio barked a laugh, dipping his snout lower and shaking some of the tingling pain from his head. She had let him get his hold on her chin. The Greek thought it a good sign. Towhee did not shy away from the potential harm. She seemed to have weighed her odds and had retaliated with efficiency. The mercenary was tickled.

Two steps back, Arsenio had placed a small amount of space between their bodies. He angled his body so that his ribs showed to her. The mercenary did not wish for her to find his throat. He did what he could to keep his snout pointed down. It was the most tender way to steal the life from another beast – with how swiftly she had bopped him on the skull, he did not want to test how she might find his jugular.