Mudminnow River the sandwich saved me

Fisher misses the black wolf’s snout but she is able to grab the back of her scrub and reduce some of the impact on her chest.  The top of her head hits the curve of her throat, making her eyes nearly bulge out of her head.  Her jaws clench and she chokes through with the attempt of throwing Ilya to the ground.  Her goal isn’t acquired; Ilya jumps back, flesh ripping through her teeth.  Fisher’s caught off guard for a second, trying to catch her breath from the impact of the woman’s hard head.  

“You’re gonna regret that,” Fisher tells her, voice hoarse and straining.  The taste of blood masks the taste of the murky water that had been lingering and the smell infiltrates her nose.  Fisher snarls, showing her teeth as she makes another attempt to lunge forward and take the smaller canine to the ground.