Duskfire Glacier fight lessons

jora felt the ice shift beneath her paws, the treacherous slickness threatening to betray her.

the instant her paws left the ground, she snapped for him—her teeth grazing the thick ruff of his neck as she sought any hold she could claim.

her back hit the frozen ground with a solid thud, forcing a breath from her chest. ”I should hope so,” she pants, paws planting themselves firmly on his chest.