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He manages to return her attack, finding purchase in the flesh of her neck. The northerner withholds a cry of pain, the only noise being an enraged rattle as she exhaled heavily. Blood pooled in the hollow of her neck, the own scent of it intriguing the savage as much as it repulsed her. Finding no relent as he wildly shakes her, bringing to image the oddly comical thought of a wolf shaking prey before delivering the death kill, the wild girl can do little more than clamp her jaws and hang on despite the feeling that her jaws will break in the process. 

Just as her teeth begin to feel as though they will crack under such pressure, his shaking halts for a moment and she finds the opportunity to lunge for his throat this time. She leaves a gash of her own in his neck - not life threatening or even serious but surely painful.

Bony ribs heaving with effort, she finds herself facing him again in wait of another onslaught.