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

In response to Indra's resonating growl, Nuna expressed her own as well - a little muffled by all the skin and fur she had in her mouth. She pretended to be the big bad wolf - she tugged and shook her head, and then tugged some more. This "killing" pattern went on so naturally in her mind that she did not give much thought of, what she was doing or whether it was right, she just let the instinct guide her. Just the same way earlier discoveries of getting a hold of something in her jaws and not letting it go or simply shredding toys to pieces in a burst of vicious energy, this too felt right and very satisfying.

And then her balance was upset, because Indra managed to grab hold of her forepaw and feeling that she was about to fall down. Nuna let go and now aim her set of pointy teeth (with some very white and very permanent ones inbetween) at her caretaker's muzzle in attempt to free her foot and resume her upper hand in the game.