Otter Creek what is dead may never die

Even as the blood dripped from her cheek, Airi again felt triumphant, her jaws bearing into the young man's neck, her fangs pressing down sharply to cut into the flesh of his neck, her claws pressing into his shoulders as she did so. She was so caught up in her attack that she barely recognized her open chest until it was too late, his muzzle catching onto her chest. Her paws remained on top of him even as her jaw released and tried to grab his muzzle once more, but with another push she would soon lose her balance.