Redtail Rise whose woods these are I think I know

She was a rock. She had been called a rock her entire life. She gained this nickname because, as the world fell apart around her, as others panicked and fled, she stood and the world beat against her like the ocean against a cliff.

The red woman came for her legs, her heels, and the rock did not flinch. Well. Maybe she flinched, but she did not back away. She let the red woman come, and felt the soft sting of her bite, and when she was close enough, the rock bared her pointy stone teeth and snapped at her head, her face, her muzzle.

Whether her teeth met their target was up to fate, but either way, she had at least proven that she would not run in the face of danger.