Redsand Canyon Voithó

It was easy to get swept away in the heat of the moment, fangs snapping at each other, bodies dancing to avoid the brunt of any damage. Arsenio could feel the tightness that took hold of her. He understood that tangling that closely to each other would prove fatal to anyone who did not know how to shirk their attacker. Aquene could learn these things well enough – better that she do so with someone who’s intentions were friendly.

When the mercenary felt they had spat and snarled at each other, he sprang back. Distance was placed between them. Arsenio’s sides swelled with deep breaths. That was enough, he thought. It was enough for the first sparring session. There would be more in the future, no doubt.

You are okay? he inquired with a small huff.