Redsand Canyon she held her pose

renard's teeth raked along her muzzle, accompanied by a satisfying rush of blood. praimfaya's laugh deepened into a growl as they grappled with each other, jaws gripping jaws. it was all much too face to face for their own preference; it was hardly surprising that she ended it so decisively.

her shoulder thudded heavy into their ribcage, the entirety of her weight behind it, and she was built more for this kind of combat than renard could ever be, fast or not. she knocked them off their feet, and they hit the ground hard on their side.

it wouldn't have been difficult to get back to their paws – they'd recovered from worse – but renard knew as well as she did that if this was a real fight, it would have taken time they didn't have. instead they flashed her a sharp smile and a dip of their head in surrender as they climbed back to their paws. "you were holding out on me back in the meadow."