Blackfeather Woods Dancing on my grave

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She clamped down on flesh, triumphant, but he reacted violently and tried to grab her left foreleg. She pulled it in close to her body, narrowly avoiding snapping fangs, before trying yet another tactic. She bunched her hind legs underneath her, trying not to roll him over for he was heavier then her, but to roll him ontop of her, where, should she be successful, she would pummel his underside wither her back legs. It would leave her in a vulnerable position, but it was a risk she was willing to take. Hopeing that his attempt to roll her over earlier would allow enough moment so that she could get underneath him, she pulled his forelimb and attempted the manuever.