this ain't my first rodeo

Her muscles were straining and bulging with effort. After so many days of simply chasing doggedly, they weren't used to moving in such strange and intricate ways. Vera knew that her body would fail her soon, but she wouldn't grow stronger without stretching herself to her limits. At the sight of blood, she snarled victoriously. This female was coy and weak - why was she treating her with kid gloves? A spar was for more than training, it was for honor.

As Morgan let her go, Vera took the opportunity to duck out from underneath her grasp. Adrenaline cooled her blood like liquid nitrogen. There was no time to think, only time to act. As she ducked out of Morgan's reach, Vera felt teeth graze her own shoulder from the scuffle. The bite aimed for her neck had been misdirected, but still landed. Vera cussed under her breath, but the sting of pain brought her to a knife's edge of alertness.

Hoping that Morgan was still off balance from the fumbled grapple, Vera snarled and grabbed for just below the female's throat. If she didn't end it now, her body would give out. She hoped for a quick resolution so that she could lick her wounds in peace. If it was a loss... well, there was much more training to be done.