Redsand Canyon ornatus

Malila was indeed, a piss poor fighter. But, she was also a fast learner. Tossed aside, she rolled into the ruddy dirt, grunting. With her small frame, she was lightweight and easy to dislodge. Beside an ache in her muscles, she was undamaged as she got back to her feet.

Ears pricked, she honed in on the Imperator's instructions. Chin tucked. Think before you act. This time, she did not immediately charge him. She looked him over, how he held himself. Trying to find the best opening or angle of attack. Going for his face, she decided, was out of the question. That was the dangerous end, and she was too inexperienced. 

Slower this time, she went for him. She tucked her chin down as told. She feigned a snap at his foreleg again. In a rush of paws, she tried to skirt around from behind, to grab a haunch.