Otter Creek Beneath the mockery of the moon

the dull scrape of claws against earth, the sound of something having been thrust into motion directly behind her had the girl whip her head around suddenly. somehow, she was both too fast and not fast enough- reacting too slowly to have any hopes of countering an attack, yet whipping her head around just fast enough so that the fangs of the other pierced easily the soft skin of her cheek. pure shock and a bitter fear had her maw open in a soundless yowl, her body twisting away yet no counter offered. 

even if she had any knowledge of battle beside the rudimentary skills instinct lent her, she could not offer an attack. her muscles seized in fear, blue gaze wide, a horrible tightening in her chest as she wondered at a thousand things, most importantly why and how the black demon had suddenly appeared, and what of the screaming pain of her face.