Moonspear Wake and pace the hall

In the moment just before her teeth connected with him again, the dappled white male clamped his jaws down hard on her. Sassafras practically threw out her neck to try for a hold on him anywhere she possibly could, but what she couldn’t stop was a shrieking whine from forcefully bubbling up in the back of her throat that sounded exactly like a tea kettle that had finally reached a rolling boil. It was probably somewhere along his ribcage that she managed to snag with outstretched fangs and a contorted neck, but she was hardly keeping score any longer. Sassafras was undeniably single-minded as she tore new flesh, and she didn’t have any suicidal plans to keep him where he stood when he leaped away from her.

She dug into the earth with her hind paws and sprang in the opposite direction entirely, twisting and propelling her body with every shred of awareness and stamina she still had at her disposal. Her sooty paws scrabbled for footing as she attempted to land her bounding acrobatic stunt, and the whites of her eyes were still wild as she dug in and pushed off again at a full sprint. She didn’t dare take a second glance to see if he intended to give chase. She already knew that if he did, she was now at a terrible disadvantage with her back turned and would be hard-pressed do much of anything about it.