Redsand Canyon Hur

The fighter was swift on his paws.

Cad only just missed taking the brunt of the strike. His legs sprung back, but Killdeer found purchase in his elbow. Too long, or perhaps he had been too slow. Either way, the leg was swept and swung his rear around to stagger awkwardly.

The silver-furred medic let out a laugh.

Good one! Then, working to align himself, he sprung toward his sparring partner and aimed a nip at the other’s ear.