Two Rivers Isle Tag, you're it

Muttering low under his breath, he took the pale vixen's hint and regained his balance. Her skull was directly below his muzzle, her shoulders well within reach so he lunged for her scalp, his maw agape as his fangs attempted to close round her right ear. At the same time, he reared up onto his hind legs, his front paws slamming from side to side as he battered her flank whilst all the while back-pedalling away from her pale form in an attempt to rid himself of her grip. He knew brute force wasn't going to help him win in the long run, yet he was stumped at what else he could do, relying on instinct more than anything to aid him in trying to prevent a potentially fatal bite.