White River Canyon

Sericea’s feet were kicking, pushing with all her might to dislodge Ravana. She was loath to release her sister, until her father’s growl as it cut through the field, sharp and commanding. She released Sericea instantly, her chest heaving with the thrill of their clash. Aresenn’s words dripped with disappointment, the weight of adequate hanging in the air, making her jaw tighten. It wasn’t enough. Not for him, and not for her.

As he spoke of anticipation, Ravana’s gaze flicked to him. She could feel the heat of his stare as he surveyed them, eyes as unforgiving as the sun beating down on their backs.

When he barked the order to switch, Ravana dropped into a crouch, her eyes slipping shut without hesitation. The grass beneath her paws, the scent of earth and sweat filling her senses. She focused on the sounds, the smells. Her lips curled into a smirk, excitement simmering beneath her skin as she braced for her attacker, eager to prove her readiness. Come on Sericea.


"Ravana Seraphim Saxe"