Sunspire Mountains And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke

Successfully gotten so, she weared and teared, a wild beast trying to take hold. Her intent was not tear flesh but to bring him down. Both in height and weight were mighty, and clocked at a tie. It was simple luck she thought, and hoped it would be on her side. Though he came back with the same, constant biting and grappling, piercing between her fur to lunge onto flesh.

But she slipped, her paw seemed to slide to the floor as she was nearly tumbling to her side, but refused to relent on her grip from his neck. Perhaps hanging, if she managed to stay afloat.