Redsand Canyon prolix

I made a mild assumption here, which I’m happy to tweak if you prefer! :)

Yeah, he acknowledged on an exhale.

Germanicus dispensed some advice, which Atreus carefully contemplated. He found himself doing what he was told before he even consciously moved his muscles. He wasn’t quite sure he was doing it right—the bit about guarding his chest with his shoulder confused him a bit—but it felt right, tucking his chin to block his jugular from his rival’s teeth.

The Imperator braced himself, meanwhile, and when Atreus felt ready, he sprang forward again. In his effort to keep his muzzle angled to protect his throat, he ended up smashing his head against what felt like a solid rock wall, but was really only some part or another of his leader.

With a grunt, Atreus backpedaled. Pain bloomed in his head from the impact. Idiot, he thought to himself, feeling foolish. He gritted his teeth, not sure which was worse: the blow to his head or the blow to his dignity.