Silvertip Mountain Go on, give it all you got

Niita's plan didn't go so well; instead of falling as she had, Zeke only moved back before reaching forward and snatching her paw. He didn't bite it as she expected, even though it wasn't a real fight, he pulled forward. Niita fell onto her knees but before she could get up his teeth latched onto her exposed neck.

Niita had known her fear of having her neck touched made her a liability. It had always been an abstract thought, she hadn't actually planned on anyone grabbing it. Worst case scenario, she had expected that she could keep her shoulders hunched to avoid people grabbing her scruff. 

Something changed, it was as if a switch flipped. Niita stuggled against him like a feral creature, a few cuts being torn into the already sensitive skin of her scar. Her tail tucked between her legs and she lowered her body, not caring that it meant she lost the fight. "You win, just let me go." Her voice was fearful, even desperate, as she continued her efforts in a frenzied manner.