Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

For the woman there were few options - she was not on any packs lands and this was as neutral as the sky was blue. The moment that he started snarling she bared her own teeth, her stands defensive rather than aggressive. She wanted nothing to do with him. She only wanted to be left in peace. When he lunged at her Isley was quick to move, ripping her flesh from his teeth with a snarl of pain. She didn't seek to attack, her teeth aiming only to snap and release quickly on whatever of his flesh was close enough. His attacks were aimed mostly around her head and shoulders and the woman dodged, moving to push her face and neck further from his range. 

His teeth caught in the process, ripping at her side and the Kali seethed with rage. She called out immediately, howling for @Palisander - forced into desperation the male was the first one she thought of. She refused to cry out for the larger male again she refused him the satisfaction of her pain. Instead she dropped a shoulder down, twisting as she moved. She'd sacrifice a lesser part of herself so that she was less likely to take a mortal wound to her neck. He snagged her on her side, closer to her flank. His weight pressing her down. A second call rang out, the woman already plotting the escape route they would take to get away from him.