Times are gone for honest men

Pallas' counter had not worked as planned; somehow, despite their proximity, the wolf had avoided the blow entirely. All that sat in between her crooked teeth were the sparse samplings of stray hairs. Silently she worked, studying him as he canted his body away from her. Fine, she thought: worry about your flank over your neck. A wry smile spread from her dark gums, and for a moment Pallas looked dispossessed as she watched the male. Zephyr and Nemesis had been completely forgotten for now, though out of the corner of her eye she caught Zephyr's urging to flee. Not now, the she-wolf thought, her teeth bared in preparation for the blow.

He lunged again, this time downward towards what Pallas could only assume was a limb. His eyes betrayed his target and she kept herself rallied for the blow. To get to her hind limbs he would have pose himself directly within range of her teeth, as presently, her legs were directly under her and not at all splayed in an inviting stance for nibbling. As Burke lunged downward Pallas kept him within the line of her vision and faced him, watching as he placed his weight forward to go after her leg. This presented a slight advantage for her, for Burke would have to alter his balance and trajectory to strike so low and would be easy to knock off balance and flip. Burke's lunging downward gave her the perfect opportunity to seize his entirely exposed neck in her jaws, and this was exactly what she attempted to do. And this time, given he had to dive down to grasp limb, he would find himself out of luck and likely pinned. She would throw the entire of her weight and momentum into the blow, executing a bend of her body as she followed him. To truly drive the blow home she bent her frame and executed a capriole towards him, her jaws seeking his exposed neck while she attempted to slam her frame into his body and flip him over. Lunging for her backside left the entire of his front and flank side exposed, and he was in no position to counter either her lunge for the neck or her shove given he had positioned himself (and his means of defense) away from her. His teeth, which had been searching for her hind limbs, would not find their mark -- instead, she felt his teeth seize the meat of her hindquarter just south of her gaskin. His teeth raked her and left scores in their wake, but he would not find purchase and if Pallas was lucky, he would be entirely flipped over by the blow. Pallas would hold onto whatever she could, and if Burke did not relent or submit he just might find the outcome humiliating.

TL;DR; version: Pallas moves w/ Burke, keeping him in her line of vision and keeping her body in front of him. As Burke dives for her hind legs, Pallas counters by bending her body away, attempts to seize his exposed neck while simultaneously slamming him with her chest to flip him. Burke's attack lands on the meat of her haunch and draws blood.