Ouroboros Spine Get My Bow And Arrow

Hit!

The bitch twisted, making the shake given less effective but tore Kroc's own teeth through flesh and fur, blood touching her tongue. Gold flashed as an old lust clawed its way up from the depths of her mind, a dark, primitive thing. Blood. This one's life would spill to the ground when she was done and nothing would stop her. 

Pressure. Pain. Her jaws, her mouth. Blood poured from new wounds as the Plains bitch attempted to crush and cripple. No. Kroc would not suffer such humiliations. Instead of scratching and clawing to get her off, Kroc leapt forward, carrying the lighter weight of her opponent with her, front paws tucking under before she came down to slam them into Kivi's chest. She tore her own jaws free so she could tuck them and protect her throat, blood pouring over both of them now as the beast loomed over her. 

If the dumb ass didn't realize her mistake yet, there was no hope for her.