Redsand Canyon And I may have dreamt it

Angry one. He had no fucking idea.

Fennec didn't respond. As soon as he agreed, and she heard him shift, she sprang for where she knew him to be. Her fighting style was a lot more direct than some by necessity. If she tried to catch anything specific, her chances of missing were higher. So she often tried to leverage surprise in her favor, as not many strangers would expect a blind wolf to attack them head on without hesitation. Their underestimation was sometimes their downfall.

She did not know if that would be the case with Reyson, but it let her get on the offensive edge first. She wanted to be in control of this fight.

If she caught him, she would latch on to what she could and attempt to use it to shove him down. All the while she listened, tracking where he might go if she missed.