Heron Lake Plateau Just a wasted puzzle piece

Niamh struggled to hold the creature still, but it was like trying to wrangle a lynx into a kitchen sink for a bath. Not exactly the most simple thing on the planet. The thing made horrible, guttural noises, but fortunately, Colt didn't take long to leap into action, tearing into the frightful creature's undersides and making it scream all the more terribly. She wondered if anyone else was around to hear- as this  was a sound that was completely new to Niamh and would have caused her great concern had she heard it without knowing what was going on. The creature's flailing at first doubled and she struggled to keep hold of it, but when Colt tore through the wolverine's underside, its strength began to flag as blood slithered down its sides. 

Niamh let go of the back of its neck and repositioned herself, grabbing the side of its throat instead. Its teeth gnashed a few inches from her cheekbone, and she couldn't get any closer to its throat, but she kept holding on, at least making it impossible for the wolverine to bite at Colt. Its motions slowed, and eventually, she felt safe letting go of it, as its snarls quieted and jaws slowed down. There was no coming back from this. 

She pulled herself out from underneath the creature and looked down at it, breath still slightly ragged. "This wha'h' you mean' by using my charm?" She said, giving Colt a crooked grin.