Blackfeather Woods Sneaky little critter ain't ya?

Indeed, the male succeeded in bringing her down, though only for a moment. As Emma felt teeth sink into the sensitive space just between her neck and shoulder, reflexes kicked the male away and she stood back on her feet with her lips curled up into a snarl.
A lick to her maw and once again did Emma charge. This time her focus was on force; she didn't want to tear skin, she wanted to break bones. Her head was low as she lunged forward, hoping to knock into at least one of four lengthy legs.