Greatwater Lake True friends stab you in the front

Unlike Atshen, the woman was quick on her feet. Upon detaching herself from Atshen's Atshen's mouth, she sprung again and diverted her warpath to and fro and all Atshen could do was to brace himself and prepare himself for her imminent attack. 

She drew herself along his side, and as she rushed, he lashed out with a massive forepaw, hoping to scathe her russet-colored side. Wheter or not he landed his hits were quickly forgotten as he felt the woman clamp onto his tail. Letting out a mighty roar, as pain throbbed up his side, Atshen lunged towards her tail, hoping to do as she did as he did not see any other possible way to attack.