Luneshale Pass Paws Up, Square Up, Baby Let's go

i hope i rolled right, i rolled a 6 in your kemal/safiya thread

she's ready, soto notes. he sees the way she takes it all in, a hawk's sharpness to her focus.

coming at him like a banshee, soto sidesteps the first series of lunges. he realizes too late her intention; as she swings towards him with a battery of snaps to the air, his hind end slips in a pothole.

his first intention had been to play keep away - it's hard to subdue something you can't catch -- but his slip cost him dearly, and her teeth rake through his cheeks as he recovers.

pressing his hind end under him, soto surges forward, using his shoulder as a battering ram to clear her from his personal space.