Bearclaw Valley when everyday's like a war between the will to go on

there were insistent tugs at her neck. fierce, insistent tugs. indra was lucky for the thick fur, for nunataq's teeth were far from blunt and she wrenched this way and that like a furred crocodile. once the redleaf woman felt her teeth on nunataq's leg she gave a swift tug - enough force behind it to prop the girl into the dirt if she hadn't changed course and went for her caretaker's muzzle instead.

indra didn't have much a defense from this; she was still on the ground, and being flat on the ground tended to limit one's ability to maneuver quickly. however, indra still grossly outweighed the girl -- as her muzzle was besieged by more painful teeth indra brought her forepaws up and placed them against nunataq in anyway she could -- and then, much like a cat with a toy between its paws, she kicked out repeatedly with her hind end, an impish gleam in her eyes.