Stavanger Bay we dwarves are natural sprinters

he swept down, and she toward his ears, which he instinctively flattened against his skull to keep from her nipping fangs. had he been truly attacking, the danger of a cracked forelimb might have been far greater, but thus far dalia's reliance on the truths of evasion had been her saving grace.
he retreated with a low chuckle, swinging in a semi-circle that invited another of her attacks. tucking chin to chest, he widened his stance and clicked his teeth upon the air with faux threat. let her come again; he would not go as easy this time.