Redsand Canyon she held her pose

her laughter tapers off and morphs into a low growl to match renard's own as they grapple with her muzzle. of course it is a move that the commander doesn't appreciate; she associates it with a show of dominance. her mood is still buoyant and her spirits remain lifted from the adrenaline and the spar but she is still determined to win. she jerks her head forcibly to avoid the grasp of their teeth. she feels the sharp points draw across her flesh and lurches forward in her signature move: a shoulder to the ribcage.