Phoenix Maplewood You stand before me? I'm impressed

He didn't seem to hear her coming until it was too late, apparently having underestimated her enough to fully turn his back on her without caution. That was the most insulting thing so far and ultimately something that she considered foolish. He tried to avoid her attack but her fangs struck his flesh and did their damag, tearing open his flank and releasing blood in a satisfying way. She had been so distracted by the victory of her success and the taste and smell of his blood that she hadn't even known he went to retaliate until a fierce stinging made her gasp and release his flesh.

Upon releasing him she went for another attack, turning and yanking herself out of his grip painfully. Now facing him she bared her fangs completely and lunged forward, rising onto her hind legs and wrapping her forelegs around his neck, pulling his head in close to her chest so he had little room to move. Once that was done she began to bite and make tears at the back of his head before grabbing his scruff, biting down and shaking it back and forth.