White River Canyon

Ravana’s lilac eyes glinted as she took in Aresenn’s instructions, a smirk tugging at her lips. Situational awareness—she liked the sound of that. The idea of catching… hmm—oh! Sericea off guard made her blood hum with anticipation. She watched her sister’s stance, noting the subtle rise and fall of her breaths, the flicker of her gaze as she scanned her surroundings. Sericea was ready, or so she assumed. She had to know that it was down to them two only, the other’s had already chosen their opponents.

When Aresenn’s bark shattered the air, Ravana sprang into motion, her muscles coiled like a snake’s. She lunged low and fast, slipping into Sericea’s space with almost medical precision, her paws striking the ground as soundlessly. In that split second before contact, Ravana felt a thrill surge through her—Sericea wouldn’t see this coming, would she? Ravana’s heart hammered with satisfaction; she was a step ahead, always ready to play the game and, if she could, win.

Her attack was simple, an attempted tackle so she could pin her sister down into the ground.


"Ravana Seraphim Saxe"