you can keep her for now...

Aha, success! Satira managed to snag Calliope's leg in her jaw and felt the tear of skin beneath her claws as she latched on to the Raider's leg. Gravity shifted and shook as the dire lady tried to jar her loose, but Tira held on with all her might, refusing to relinquish her advantageous hold on her opponent. It was jarring and disorienting, but she managed to cling on. The giant bitch made some comment about tiny mutts and claws, then took a jab asking if Tira was even a dog. Hot rage flared up in Satira's heart, and the little wolf-dog responded by reaching up to swing sharp claws where Calliope's thigh met her groin now just inches away, seeking to scratch deep into her tender flesh.

Satira felt the snap of jaws on her back, earning a startled yip from the girl as she was bit, the lances of pain urging her rather unceremoniously off of Calliope's leg. Not wanting to keep getting bitten at, Tira retracted her claws and dropped from her opponent's leg to the ground, ducking low to make herself as small of a target for the much larger femme. Tira growled and took a few defensive swipes aimed at Calliope's snoot, but her real target was still her underbelly. "You're gonna regret saying that to this mutt!" Launching from the ground upward, Tira sought to rise up on her hind legs beneath the Raider and unleash a barrage of furious swipes and slashes from her claws all across Calliope's belly, caring little if she spilled blood or not. She just wanted to make her hurt for that dog remark.

Satira vs Calliope for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Hidden blade
Defensive Battle Accessory: Front Leather Wraps
Companion 1: Peregrine falcon, Female - Flying
Companion 2: Leopard, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Feline claws - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Field Medic

"Satira"