Meadowlark Prairie baby, you wouldn't last a minute on the creek

a little pp, bop me if not okay

West misses the look of pleasure across the woman's face as she scrambles to get away. She only manages a single step before she's slammed down on the ground. It only exacerbates her breathing with a soft oof from her muzzle. It takes too long to recoup the second time, already tired and weak and now teeth gripping her once more. They cross over the first wounds, only to make them worse and tear punctures into her skin. A low rumble vibrates her chest as she turns her head to snap again, aiming for the anything she can swing around for. West twists her body enough to latch on to the nearest leg, this time with purchase, and uses it for leniency on her attack.