Wheeling Gull Isle the beatings will continue until morale improves

he did not snap! nor did he aim to kill her -- brave ferahgo, stalwart and arrogant captain, snarled but kept himself guarded, even as blood from her slashing teeth glistened upon his muzzle. the countess renewed her attack, worrying the fur of his shoulder with gnashing fangs, buffeting him with blows from her body, her eyes burning with rage.

"coward!" she shrieked, pausing to gather her breath before hurling herself against the implacable wall of him. this time her muzzle rose up, up; her teeth sought to pry one ear from where it had been folded against his skull.