Phantom Hollow Sparks filled with hope

Her teeth now held the fur and a small part of his flesh, but she was careful not to actually hurt him. Her grip wasn't as firm as she had hoped, and when the boy pushed her, she lost it. Her mouth opened just in time to not tear his skin open, and she was pushed back a few steps. 

Perhaps it was time to go defensive, her head lowering again to protect her vulnerable parts, hackles rising in the process. It wasn't intentionally, it was just instinct, and she hoped Issun could understand that she was not actually mad at him. This was training, and it had to be realistic. She made herself look bigger as she eyed the boy, ready for whatever he might be planning to do next.