Moonspear asphyxiated

Blood on her tongue was all that it took to drive her forward. She could see shock, surprise, youth; this girl was only somewhat younger than her own brood. But she was not hers, and so she did not matter. Meat was meat, flesh was flesh. Saghani lept forward again at the girl, jaws seeking to dig into something and hold it this time. A foreleg was closest to her, and this she could unbalance the other with. She assumed the other lacked the experience, the knowledge, to avoid her... what, with how shell-shocked she was in the face of her adversary. Victory, she felt, was nigh, and her tail lifted in (premature) triumph.