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Her teeth closed on fur and air, and she made a small sound of approval at the back of her throat. Ragna spat the fur out, though a few pieces remained on her tongue, an annoyance but not a distraction. When Eshamun returned the strike, Ragna stood to let it land, curious to see what Eshamun would do with the success. Even with teeth to her neck, Ragna was not likely to let a fight end, and she knew few that would. She would counter when she saw what Eshamun tried next.