Bearclaw Valley Where’s the fire? What’s the hurry about?

The distraction worked- and with a tilt of her head, the woman with violet eyes left herself open for an attack just long enough for the two Bearclaws to come within striking range. Tall as she was, though, she was quick to pivot and ready herself for the attack. 

In an instant, the woman snapped, not at Ameline, but Ancelin. As if in slow motion, Ameline caught a glimpse of the hooked fangs reaching for her mate’s face, and she felt her fury reach a boiling point. 

She pivoted, and aimed to slam her weight against the woman’s dark shoulder, hoping to knock her off balance  so her strike might be futile. She lifted one forelimb to try and rake at Grackle’s side- hoping if she could get a grip, she might be able to wrestle her opponent into the mud.