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

Not sure how close/severe you wanted the fire to be so very vague <3

Her brilliant plan? Yeah, it bombed spectacularly. Instead of gliding free like a graceful little serpent, Grackle found herself flopping onto her back, trying to crush the golden-point woman just long enough for her to release the vice grip. If she’d known what was coming, she might’ve chosen a different tactic, but Grackle, rather regrettably, was not psychic. In swooped the calico man (who was pretty damn good even if she'd literally rather actually die than tell him that) pinning her to the ground.

It was only from her place there, stuck in the dirt, writhing like a particularly disgruntled earthworm, that she noticed something she hadn't before. And when she froze, jade gaze fixed on some point in the distance, it was not because of the asshat using his teeth as hole-punches for her skin.

Hey! Hey—wait stop, she shouted, her voice rising in pitch and urgency, the words tumbling out faster than she could think.

Again, louder this time, accompanied by a warning snap of her teeth on empty air. Seriously, stop for a damn second!

The fuck is that? she exclaimed, squirming just enough to get a better view.