Bramblepoint With all of the faces

With Korei's help the beaver was unable to put up more struggle and this enabled Wraen to let change the position of her grip, loosen it a little to get hold of the lower and more vulnerable part of the neck. The big yellow teeth were uncomfortably near to her muzzle and she forbade herself to think, what would happen, if they had the opportunity to tear into her own flesh and bone. 

The canine teeth of her lower jaw hit the beaver's windpipe and as it began to gasp for air, she increased the pressure as much as she could. It took, what seemed to her, an eternity, before the animal ceased to fight back, it's movements growing more feeble and weak with every passing second. And even, when they stopped alltogether, Wraen held on to the creature for the fear that this might not be it, that things could still change dramatically, if she made a mistake. 

Finally, she released their kill, gave it a long look, as if not believing that it had been her to kill it, and then gave one very happy and victorious lookt to Korei. "We did it!" she said with a wagging tail. "We actually did it!"