Redsand Canyon 'cause baby's got a black soul

She caught a glimpse of Germanicus’s figure charging from the intruder’s other side. Three against one were exceedingly favorable odds for Mereo, though the onslaught caused so much commotion that she missed her target. Her teeth buried themselves in the giant’s ruff instead, the folds of flesh and fur preventing her from doing any real damage.

The height difference jeopardized Towhee’s balance, as did all the movement, so she released and sprang back before she risked losing her footing. All four paws clapped hard on the frozen earth, orange eyes blazing. She could’ve assessed her pack mates’ positions versus the stranger’s, yet the Redhawk hadn’t bothered before, so why should she bother now? Even with his size, this guy didn’t stand a chance against two masterful mercenaries and a soldier-in-training.

But with the other two busy with his anterior, Towhee shifted her focus to the trespasser’s posterior. He wasn’t much different than large game at the moment, so Towhee pulled a classic hunter’s move and aimed to tear him a new asshole.

I made some assumptions, so please PM me if I need to make any edits! :)