[se] things we lost (open!)

A caracal? Really? Was it her destiny to constantly be fighting cats, great and small? Decidedly a dog person Roana sighed, but smirked. Oh well. Who was she to call fate out on its jokes? Without further hesitation Roana rushed forward towards the blighted attuned, feinting at the last second to go right rather than left. She reached out to grab at her, hoping to gain purchase on a leg or scruff by which she could pin the woman, rose held protectively to her side. She just had to hope she was strong enough and fast enough to outmaneuver the woman. ROANA be the heroine of your life