The Heartwood busted teeth

Akantha felt her skin tear as he yanked hard, and growled a single word. She was now faced with a choice: inflict as much damage as possible on him before he ultimately killed her, or submit and hope he spared her life. The faces of her Sisters flashed through her mind as she struggled against his grip. They likely would never venture this far inland and would never learn of her fate. She couldn't bear hurting them or causing them more upset than their journey already had.

So, for the first time in her life, Akantha ceased to struggle and fell limp in his grip. The fire still danced in her eyes, but her teeth retreated behind her inky lips and her kicks stopped. She looked at him, really looked, and commited his face to memory.