Redsand Canyon Hur

The weight of Killdeer was pressed against the medic’s chest. His paws lifted and he released his hold on the other boy’s ear.

Cad had no intention of keeping his prize, anyway. He had been pleased to have found his mark. There was no reason to cause harm when they were only testing each other’s swiftness, the surety of their paws and teeth. Even though he had seen it a hundred times, the peach-faced man couldn’t help but marvel at the tenacity of a fighter.

Hopping back, and then again, Cad managed to hold his balance and to place some space between himself and his sparring partner.