White River Canyon

Sericea snarled as she felt Ravana's teeth graze her scruff, the sharp points pressing against her skin without breaking through. The sisters rolled across the grass, a writhing mass of red and lilac fur. Sericea twisted, trying to break free from Ravana's grip, but her sister's hold was relentless. She could feel Ravana's hot breath on her neck, the pounding of her heart against her own chest. But of course, she never once opened her eyes. Their father’s voice carried through the chaos. Use all your senses! Well, what happened if she had anticipated wrong? It would have to be a question asked at a different time.

With a surge of strength, Sericea twisted in Ravana's grip, using her hind legs to kick out and try and unbalance her sister.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"